Dear God. That dog WILL KILL ME.
I was taking him out for last round of pee. I opened the door to let him out to the yard. Then, he thought he saw a cat. And he ran to chase him out.
He ran directly into the post of post box in the yard. At least he bumped into his good, non-cancer eaten side of his face.
My poor baby screamed and I walked him back, kind of shaken, into the house.
He's been sneezing blood, but it's better now. He got extra doze of pain killers for that hit. But he seems pretty alright, all in all. And apparently I'm a wuss who will almost faint at the sight of blood.
Should we rush him to the vet, considering it's after midnight, or wait until the morning? We think wait, to see if the bleeding will continue tomorrow and let him sleep the night. But I thought checking up here first.
It was a culture-clash thing
It's me, you remember? The one who thinks that "well, what false conscious is for, if not for dreams of the future?" is funny comeback when professor tells me on his aspirations and "that wasn't half as bad as the last thing I tried" is a joked compliment.
Lord, help the poor guy.