.o40 Rope
Fuck it hurt, he hissed. Their small black dog thought it was cute to wrap around his ankle on its rope connected to a tree and pull quickly. His pink haired wife was inside with their five year old when they heard him yelp in a very un Uchiha manner. On his ankle, Madara had a large pink welt that rose up fatly like a half buried worm.
Hobbling in to the kitchen both his child and her stared at it plainly, thoughts forming in their eyes. "There there is a story you can tell your friends at work." Sakura exclaims, smiling almost sarcastically though she started running iced water on a clean rag. He could only smirk back lightly before hissing again at his wife's gentle ministrations; she knew what she was doing. After all she was the lead surgeon of a prestigious hospital. "Will it scar?" their child asked curiously, peeking form the counter top at its father. A strange question to ask but his wife nodded easily, and the child was silently warned not to get ink (the dog) so riled up.
Madara knew that putting that puppy on that rope wasn't a good idea.