On March 23 I came home from the hospital after cancer surgery on both arms with orders to rest. I got home from the hospital around 2 p.m. and at 3:30 my grandson, who is 10 years old, came in the door almost in shock.
The friend he was playing with has a large dog on a long rope. Jeffry went to pick up the basketball they were playing with. The dog jumped him, knocked him down and bit him on the back. He had an open wound with blood. Read More»