An unhappy evening for the wee wobs

We've been trying for some time to keep the wee wobs from chasing our old, cranky dog. The lad chases him with his scoot-cycle, runs after him with his toy trucks, and lunges after him with sticks.

Tonight, the old cranky dog had enough and took a nip at the wee wobs. There was a lot of blood and a lot of crying. It was pretty traumatic for everyone involved, but after some direct pressure, soap, water, and salve, a little tylenol, and a lot of hugs and TLC, the wee wobs seems back at 100%. His hand is going to be a little sore for the next few days, but I don't think we'll have to worry about him bothering the dawg any more. It's unfortunate that he had to learn this lesson this way, but I s'pose that's part of growing up.