dogfight at a family barbecue
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Toronto, 2012.06.17
We had a Father's Day barbecue today, and sadly a dog fight broke out.
I hope no lasting damage was done. If my aunt Lynn hadn't stopped The Boy from racing in to see what was going on, it might have gone badly indeed.
The barbecue was great fun, otherwise. The Boy was very brave in the pool, wading in until he was up to his chin and staying in for about an hour or so. The food was great as always. And The Girl was popular, being handed 'round to all of the aunts and grannies.