. . . but not on purpose. What? You ask - well I will explain to the best of my ability.
So much heat, so many cars, and lots of snoring.
Pickle was startled but complained that it hurt. They looked down and noticed that it was the actual shot and NOT the tester. Poor pickle. He was fine, just a tad bit of extra energy. The injected could only have put a little medicine in him because it wasn't to his skin that long. They arrived home knowing that I was going to be super angry with Sugar - SHE KNOWS BETTER. I was told over and over again that it was an accident. (As mom I know that but I also know how lucky they were.)
The shot did not fully engage, he got a taste of the medicine but not even close to a full dose. I was concerned that it was in his chest but it didn't go deep. Thank goodness. We all giggled that Pickle felt that he must have been turned into a superhero because of all that power he felt after wards. Silly kids. They keep me on my knees all the time, even when they play.
On a completely different note: Please offer a prayer for the soul lost, they were trapped on the highway for so long because of a fatal accident. May the soul of the accident victim rest in peace!
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