Yesterday while Jesse and I were working in the yard, Rufio cut his tongue on a piece of glass. Blood covered his mouth and matted his hair, but it was not too bad.
Jesse was really concerned. I said. "You know Jesse, dogs get cuts all the time and heal just fine."
He replied, concern on his face, "Dad, the Eskimos put seal meat on a sharp knife blade and leave it out for polar bears. When the bear eats the meat, it cuts off his tongue, and ten hours later the bear bleeds to death."
Like I always say, too much knowledge will not allow you to sleep at night!
Update: Rufio is still alive.