What The Freak?

So I dropped the Huz off at the airport yesterday afternoon and then decided to take the kids to my parents house to see them. We were all chatting the kids were playing, etc, etc. My dad disappears out the front door to do his thang. Comes back in a few minutes later with a rag wrapped wrapped around his right hand and saturated in blood. He quickly spills out that the dog attacked him while he fed them some leftovers. Showing us his hand without the rag it begins to drip blood onto the floor. I kick it into high gear and start moving to find my keys all the while telling him, "I'm taking you to Urgent Care, let me get my stuff!" My mom who at this point starts heading for the antiseptic and gauze and other first aid equipment she keeps in the closet. She grabs some antiseptic and attempts to clean my dads wounds. I quickly tell her that it's gonna hurt like a motha if you spray that into his deep wound atop his hand. She agrees and then agrees to watch my babes as I head for my van, my dad hobbling behind me. I realize as we start moving that the Urgent Care is not open on Sunday so we instead head for the ER. He gets checked in and then is seen. Turns out he's okay but there's a fear of infection since it's a dog bite and since the dog hasn't had any shots for 2 years, my parents just adopted the dog recently and haven't yet had the opportunity to take care of the necessities. My dad who is a walking train wreck-100% disabled because of asthma, has had half his left food amputated, has mild Parkinson's, loss of vision in his right eye, and yada, yada, yada at the ripe old age of 55 is deamed Okay by the Doc's, phew!!! Needless to say I'm ready to go to bed. Fortunately the babes are in bed and actually are sleeping. Wow and their dad just left today. Holy Crap! Grateful dad's doing okay!