“His Hand In A Pit Bull’s Mouth”

When I got up yesterday morning, I was feeling like ‘A cat on a hot tin roof’~ Just apprehensive. I called my husband~ He was fine. Then I called my son, but he did not answer his phone… My daughter was in school, so I felt that if something was wrong, the school would call me.
I tried editing a book, but my nerves were still on override, so I played some music~ Faithful Is Our God –Hezekiah Walker then Morning Dance –Spyro Gyra. I calmed down a bit, but the thoughts were still flowing… My husband called and said our son was jumped by a pit bull and one of his hands ended up in the pit bull’s mouth…