Because I think the board could use some better news: I've uploaded some more photos of Ryan and family. I'll do a bit more about organising them tomorrow, but to hold you for now: [link]

Seska!! I was just thinking about you and wondering how you were. Yay for the good kind of busy.

More Ryan pics! Will check out when not on iPhone.

Scalp wounds bleed like a mofo. They just do. I'm not worried about it, though IANAD.

Mmm, Ethiopian. We've got a yummy hole in the wall place around here, may need to make a visit.

Ryan pix are lovely to see first thing in the day! I see he's entering his blue phase, artistically. Very nice

Holy crap. Two dogs just attacked Frankie at the park, with no warning or provocation that I could see. Everyone's okay, no blood, and the other owner removed his dogs immediately. I need to change my shirt because Frankie was doing a submissive pee as I scooped him up. Coming down off the adrenaline now.

eta apparently that dog doesn't like small dogs, I learned from another owner. And Frankie is bleeding - one puncture wound and one deep cut. My neighbor who's in med school cleaned it and put gauze on it and recommended taking him to the vet. So, as soon as I figure out which credit card has more room on it, I'm off to the vet. Not how I wanted to spend my one day off this week.

Oh no, poor Frankie! Poor you!

Poor Frankie! Poor Smonster! That's no way to start the day.

The other owner should pay for the damage. And his dog should be reported.

The other owner should pay for the damage. And his dog should be reported.

Shit, yes. This. You don't take your fucking dog to the park if you know it "doesn't like" small dogs or any other type of dog. Kato tends to want to rumble with other dogs, so we don't take him to the dog park. It's that simple.

Well, my day actually started with the sound of breaking glass, as one of my roommate's kittens knocked a pint glass (mine) off her desk and shattered it. I don't give a crap about the glass, but I hate cleaning up glass.

Don't know the other owner's name, but I'm sure I can find him. He was all like, "This has never happened!", but then I found out from the next dog owner who came by that she doesn't like "small white dogs," which I guess should be amended to "small dogs." I wish Hansel had been there, he'd have kicked that dog's ASS. He considers himself Frankie's bodyguard. Hansel is a massive brindle mix, over 100 lbs. (The next dog, by the way, was named Spengler, and looks to be a pit/boxer mix. Adorable.)

Technically, no dogs are supposed to be off leash at that park, so if I report him it could have repercussions for me and everyone who uses the park. There is ONE official dog park in the city, and there's a $35 annual membership fee. It'd be nice if he'd pay the vet bills, though. I didn't even notice Frankie was bleeding for about fifteen minutes, and they were long gone by then.

Anyway, realized I hadn't fed the animals or eaten myself, so I'm doing that before I take him to the vet. I had one egg and a bit of stale baguette left, so I made French toast.

Pain perdu: Frankie didn't show any fear of the other dogs who came by afterwards, so that's good. I was doing my best to calm down and not be nervous when they came by. Get right back on that horse, smonster and Frankie boy!