Oops...

I might have to kill the dog.

I suppose it's not entirely his fault that his mission in life is to kill the mailman and that his babycrazy parents have entirely abandoned his training and are only mildy surprised that he is now a barely restrained, raging beast and that when the doorbell rang - courtesy of the mailman - and Murphy ran to try and kill his nemesis, he ran over the baby.

He managed to give her the slightest scratch on the leg and a big, gaping hole in my heart. I never ever want to hear her cry and scream like that again.

Of course she's fine, much comforting and cursing at the clueless dog ensued.

Both of them, poor babies.

I may still have to kill the dog.