Ah, the first sacrifice to the moving gods... poor Mike. He was carrying the heavy base for our patio umbrella and Charlie slipped past him out the door and out to the yard. In his hurry to get him back, he dropped the heavy box right on his poor big toe. I thought he was kinda milking how bad he hurt it that night because it wasn't red or anything, but the next morning when he woke up, it started to turn a bit raspberry colored, then as the days progressed, it has turned a bit purple, black, and green... The bottom two pics are from the second day, and the rest are from last night... I kinda feel badly I called him a wuss and to suck it up!
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