There is so much I want to say, and won't. And there is so much I feel that contradicts itself.
But what I will say, is that I am so very lucky that my son is okay. I am so very lucky that our sweet neighbor man dropped everything and came running, scooped Matthew up, and ran with his 90 lb body straight to our door. I'm so lucky that our other neighbor is a nurse and calmly told me what to do, applied pressure and took Summer while we were at the hospital.
Matthew is eight. He was running with the neighborhood kids on our street like always. This dog was in an electric fence. Matthew ran in the grass of that yard not knowing the dog was there. Our street has 10 houses on it. Our street has 28 kids on it.
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