I love when older people recount the way things really are.
My Dad told the story of my grandmother sewing the dog back together with a darning needle and heavy cotton thread after it got in a dog fight.
When I was still young the way to treat a cut was rubbing alcohol, and still do. I guess I was luckier than the dog as I never had to need stitches from Dad.
I love when older people recount the way things really are.
My Dad told the story of my grandmother sewing the dog back together with a darning needle and heavy cotton thread after it got in a dog fight.
When I was still young the way to treat a cut was rubbing alcohol, and still do. I guess I was luckier than the dog as I never had to need stitches from Dad.