Poor Jake

Jake's luck just isn't getting any better. This evening, he and I walked across the street to get Brendan from our neighbors' house and see their new guinea pig. As we were walking back home, Jake tripped over his own feet and fell down on the sidewalk. BOTH knees are scraped now and bleeding. I was able to clean them when we first came inside, but now he won't let me near his knees to try and clean them off or put any Neosporin on them. His lip is still swollen, and he's still talking funny from yesterday's accident. Poor little guy.