This has turned into an interesting week. Remember my dad? Who just had the highly entertaining open heart surgery? I was at work Tuesday afternoon when caller ID showed that his church was calling. When I answered, the nice lady on the other end of the line said, "You're not gonna believe this."
Dad fell off his bike and broke a rib and punctured a lung.
When I got to the hospital, he and my mom were worried sick. About the dog.
Dad rides his bike every day. The dog runs along side and, dad admits, occassionally pulls the bike down the road with his leash. GB is one huge, strong dog. This time dad was making a wobbly turn on some gravel when he and the dog got tangled up. Cue ambulance.
The dog was fine. The bike is fine. Dad is gonna live. And I got to spend some quality time at the hillbilly hospital.
Yeah, that fence is six feet tall. GB is standing on a stack of firewood.