When I found him in the pool with his arm sticking out dutifully above the water, we went ahead and wrapped it in a trash bag.
He was a good sport.
Eating steak with one arm/hand is tough until you have help cutting it up.
There was no way he was going to sit out taking a whack at a piñata.
And then after some seriously messed up medical referral and doctor's office screw ups, he was scheduled for a realignment on Tuesday afternoon.
Follow-up this Tuesday and a more permanent cast for five weeks.