Virgil, yet another learning experience.
This week Virgil has learned that if two dogs are playing you should move out of the way. Especially, if you weigh 1/2 as much as the dog and are standing on a slope. Owie, dog foot planted right in the chest, and no Virgil didn't get to keep the tennis ball either.
Tonight Virgil learned that just because Daddy is distracted by your older brothers it is not a good time to run into the garage and touch the motorcycle's muffler. Ouch. Nothing Tylenol and nursing couldn't fix. He did for some reason think putting the injured hand in my mouth helped as well. I need to cut his finger nails.