We didn’t expect to love the house as much as we did.
We didn’t expect it to scream our names in its design as loudly as it did.
We didn’t expect that meeting the home owners themselves could be so enjoyable.
And we certainly didn’t expect that Corban would stick his hand through the privacy fence
and that the aggressive Husky-like dog on the other side would chomp down
and not let go
for quite a while.

See how swollen it is?

Decent abrasions on both sides of his right hand.

Even above his wrist was in the dog’s mouth.

The blood really freaked him out.

Of course our nurse was a friend from church (love small towns).
She gave him this tiger (of whom he has yet to let go).

I have a feeling he’s gonna milk this for all it’s worth.

We prayed for Corban to not have bad dreams last night.
He didn’t.
I didn’t either.
In fact, I dreamt that the home owners accepted our offer
and that Corban and the dog sat down and ate a snack together.

Now, that’s unexpected!