Of course he cried, and of course I didn't panic. Of course it bled, and of course, he didn't want ice on it. We had to distract him with his bottle while we gently tried patting it with a cold, wet, soft paper towel. We checked it out and ensured that it was his eyelid that was injured and not his eyeball and thankfully it was just his lid. He only cried for about a minute or two. Tough little guy. These pictures are from the day after it happened. He had a bit of a "black eye" for a few days and a scab there for a little over a week. Amazingly, two weeks later, he looks absolutely perfect again! Not that he wasn't perfect with his battle scar!
If a boy gets his first battle scar while playing with his dog, that's not so bad, right? He's a tough little peanut!
Oh, and speaking of peanuts... don't mind the peanut butter & jelly face in the pictures! He doesn't like us to cut his food up anymore, so that was a whole open-faced peanut butter & jelly sandwich decorating his cheeks. Besides, it was bath night!