We got an early start this morning, so as to finish the concrete work on M's structure before it got too hot. M and I brought the generator, cement mixer and a few other things over in his pickup, and just as we arrived, in a flurry of dogs that had mostly followed W over, Ghost decided to add a chapter to his ongoing penis-size dispute with W's principal dog Bruno. The initial results were not in dispute: Bruno got slammed into the pickup, immediately rolled over and showed his belly, and then limped home alone and refused to have anything to do with anyone for the rest of the day. End of story, or so we thought.
But this evening as we were enjoying the post-supper evening breeze, W looked at Ghost and said, "What's wrong with his eye?" Honestly, the day has been so busy (and Ghost is so reticent about such things) that I must admit I hadn't even noticed. But he's got a helluva shiner going on, and there's pretty much only one place he could have gotten it.
I'll have to keep an eye (heh) on him for the next couple of days; there may be a trip to the vet in Ghost's near future.
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