Oh my god, Kyle.
So, he has two Amer. bulldogs. Strike and Rambo (remember this is the guy who named his son Stone, so it's like the entire family has bulldog names!). The inevitable:
"My dogs got in a fight this morning and I just tried to break it up and they bit me in the process," Farnsworth said.
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"I think it was Rambo," said Farnsworth. "I don't know. I reached in there and started grabbing dogs and throwing dogs. And one of them got me. One of those things that happens. It's never pretty. I've had to do it a few times and it's ugly."
The dogs were current on shots so he has no concerns about rabies.
"It hurts a little bit, but no big deal. Just a flesh wound," he said.
Emphasis mine, of course.
Article here.
I suppose it's too much to hope that he'd look into additional training for these dogs, at the very least? 'Cause, you know, fight-happy bulldogs in a household with small children, where the resident family fight-mediator is out of town half the year, is not the best combination. But this is Kyle Farnsworth. God forbid he doesn't have badass dogs.
"That's how I start my mornings off," he said. "Wrestling with bulldogs."
Sigh. You can talk all you want about baking cookies in your free time, Farnsy. We know the truth.