Argh, that dalmatian. She's easily excitable, especially when it's time for a T-R-E-A-T. (They get a 1/2 dog cookie at bedtime.) The dalmatian is excitable and can be a loose cannon, and so we toss her cookie on the floor, rather than feed her by hand.
Well, tonight, as I tossed the cookie, she lunged for my hand anyway, and bit the shit out of my finger. Sliced right into it, maybe 1/2 inch long cut. I don't blame her, but I was expecting her to go towards the ground like she normally does when I toss the treat down.
So I'm engaging in the all-too-common Buffista activity of posting about a hand injury, USING the injured hand. It fucking hurts, but I put a lot of pressure on it for 20 minutes, which seems to have closed the gash (I cleaned it and such first), and The Boy put a band-aid on it, butterfly-style, to make sure the gash is pulled together.
I think I'll live.
t hand to forehead
But FUCK, it really hurts. If I hadn't already taken Ambien, I'd seriously think about taking one of my squirreled-away percocets (not a whole one; just a 1/2) -- it hurts that bad. She has jaws like an alligator.
She clearly does not grasp the concept of not biting the hand that feeds you. Or perhaps she spurns cliches.
I think the lesson here is that divorce makes you do the wacky.
Indeed, bt!
Steph, bad doggy! That's not supposed to happen. Ouch.
I think the lesson here is that divorce makes you do the wacky.
Seriously. And kids means you can't ever just walk away.
No, bad doggy! No biting the hand that feeds. (I say after giving the cat a few bites of food tonight and getting nipped once. But the food was tiny and I just realized that I needed to not give her a taste for human flesh.) Tep, I hope the hand feels a lot better tomorrow. Ice, Advil and hoping that the Ambien knocks you out fast?
Great, stopped the cat from eating flesh and zombified Erin... My bad.
Seriously. And kids means you can't ever just walk away.
Well, you
can,
but its pretty much the ultimate dick move.
Seriously. And kids means you can't ever just walk away.
Oh. Yes. Yes, you can. My mother did.
Turns out, for better or worse, family are just people that you know. What happens next is all about choice.
Okay, yes, you can. Clearly. And it happens a lot.
But I am generally hopeful that if you are posting here, it'd take an awful fucking lot for it to happen. I expect more from Buffistas.
I just got the cats stoned. Puppycat was crying at the cabinets again and I just really needed her to shut up.
I'm with you Cass...my view is a much more global kind of thing, at the same time it is very personal to me.
I feel compelled to add that none of the choices my, admittedly extreme, family made ended up being the end of the world. In fact, quite the opposite. Nothing I would wish on anyone, but proof that one can be much better than okay, regardless of the unfortunate choices of those around them.
Honestly, I don't know that I would have been better off if my mother had stayed in my life. Which, under the circumstances, I know seems weird to think, but there you have it.
