Poor little guy took a digger outside the Mexican joint Mom and I took the gang to two weeks ago. It was one of those "not-so-great" restaurant experiences. These days we are about 70/30 on the "not-so-bad"side of the spectrum. That night was just unusually unruly. Likely the "grandma effect".Anyway, back to the spill. Right outside the door, on the side walk. As usual, Loch was a little dramatic - mostly embarrassed - but got over it in a flash. It actually didn't look terrible that night. Little touch of blood, one little gouge out of the nose...
This picture was taken about 2 days after the spill - and he looked UGLY. You also can't see the scrape on his forehead in this shot. Drool's still there.
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