can't be thanksgiving without someone going to the emergency room

 And to think on Tuesday night I teased my mom that we were entering our second thanksgiving without someone ending up in the emergency room.

My dad's brother (my Uncle Joe) and sister (Aunt Mary) came for thanksgiving. My Aunt Mary just got a new dog, an albino german shepard, named Bikota (pronounced By-Coe-Ta, which is an acronym for be kind to everyone, don't ask, my family names animals with acronyms). My sister just got a dog, a black lab mix, named Max.

My Uncle Joe and Aunt Mary arrived on Wednesday, and my sister and her kids brought Max out to "meet" Bikota. Things were great for about 2 minutes and then Max decided to rip Bikota's ear off. For some reason my Uncle Joe decided to stick his hand in the middle of the fray. For that he ended up with four holes in his hand where Bikota bit him.

My dad drove him to the emergency room, and 2 hours and four stitches later, he was back at the house. Bikota was in and out of the vet's office in less than an hour and got one staple in her ear. The vet also tried to fix her leaky anal gland with some success. Festivities resumed.

This is my Uncle Joe's hand. Didn't stop him from playing pool, though he didn't win as much as he usually does. I changed his bandages because he doesn't like blood. He said "hey, you actually know what you're doing!"

Um, yeah. After you break enough bones and get enough stitches it's second nature.

Another happy Thanksgiving!