A Little Tiff.

Back in March, Dave and I and Nancy and Jeff had tickets to see Billy Joel and Elton John in concert. I was so excited to go. We had Grandma Paulette all set to babysit, all was well with the world and off we went. Well, about 10 minutes after the concert started Dave got a text that said the dogs got in a fight. We didn't come home, but later realized that probably should have. Hustle's ear was... well, not good. Argus had a gouge out of a leg, and poor Paulette was scrubbing blood off of literally every surface of our house the rest of the evening. Long story short, one surgery and several hundred dollars later the dogs are both all right, although Grandma may never babysit again!