Poor Dexter. Got attacked by a dog who lives a couple blocks away when we were out for a walk with Emma and Abe on their bikes. I (Tom) was trying to kick the attacker off, yelling "Get off him, you beast." It does sound like I shoulda been swinging my purse or using my cane, but oh well.
Anyhoo, we took him to the Pet ER and got him all stitched up. He's moving pretty slow today. Very odd to see macaroni sticking out of your dog. The owner of the attacking dog didn't give me any trouble in paying the bill, so that's nice.