Asher has an Owwey!

Asher's Great Aunt Halina (aka the mother of the bride) would call what Asher has, an owwey. That's very professional pediatrician talk. Apparently, he wanted to get at his leash very badly in the kennel. He's already chewed through a harness there, so they are pretty careful about not hanging it where he can reach it. So the nice man hadn't gotten it hung up yet, but had it on the floor outside of Asher's enclosure, and obviously Asher thought it would be fun to tease the nice man and grab the leash. Guess the leash was a little harder to get at than Asher thought (which implies that he thinks these things through!) Anyway, they said to just put neosporin on it - I guess if it doesn't look better in a day or two we would call the vet...or maybe the pediatrician!