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!

smonster, you don't have to report if you feel uncomfortable, but the other owner should definitely pay for any vet bills.

I agree with the others; it might be hard to track him down, but I'd have a copy of that vet bill in my pocket every damn time I went to that park. Especially since if the owner is that fucking careless, who knows when the last time his dog had his shots.

Also? If your dogs doesn't like other dogs, even if the type is small penguin-shaped dogs that smell like violets, buy a long damned leash and keep your dog on it.

Poor Frankie. Poor you.

Dear My Lovely Buffistas Who are Helping Me with my Costume:

I am loathe to bother people who are DOING ME A HUGE ASS FAVOR, but I just wanted to remind you that I leave in 11 days for the event. And my costume is SAD right now.

Signed, Oh, God, Please Don't Take This As Me Being a Bitch, But Being a Worrywart Virgo Erin

LOVE LOVE LOVE NOT BITCHING

even if the type is small penguin-shaped dogs that smell like violets,

Erin made me snort in the vet waiting room.

Erin, do you need anything besides a corset? Crazy jewelry, tiara, or anything? Glitter?

I don't think it'll be that hard to track him down. Everyone loves Frankie, and I'll be warning all my doggie peeps to keep an eye out.

Hil, thanks for the injera name. That's the stuff. I wonder if I ate too much of it. Dunno either way, yummy dinner.

Those can not be pix of Ryan! That child is far too big. Ryan is this wee lil thing. (but he still is adorable!!)

Hope Frankie is ok.

Ryan is going to be a handsome fellow.

smonster, if you have crazy jewelry and a tiara, the answer would be HELL YEAH and THANK YOU! Most of my jewelry is pretty, but it's Erin Jewelry, not costume jewelry. One caveat -- no chokers. I can't wear them -- I think I was strangled to death in a former life. They make me panicky.

The friends I'm going with are Burners, so we have glitter and Swaroski crystals and awesome makeup out the butt. (Er, probably literally after the evening -- I'll find glitter EVERYWHERE for weeks.) But my girlfriend is a leetle bit smaller than me in the hips and legs, so I'm coming up with my own costumes pieces. Which reminds me -- I have to take something into the dry cleaners this week.

And the tiara I had I took to my classes and it was worn by so many students it kinda broke.

(and I'm glad I could make you laugh in the waiting room.)

Hmm, shoot me an email and remind me of what elements you've got, and I'll see if I can put together a lending and/or gifting package.

We're back home. They shaved the area, flushed it, put in one staple and gave me antibiotics and pain pills for him. Now that the adrenaline is gone for both of us, I think I'm going to take a snugglepup nap. There's a second line parade going through the neighborhood that I wanted to catch; hopefully I'll feel like it later.

Also, last night I tripped and fell and scraped a nice chunk out of my palm, and several people have already asked if I got bit, too. (Thank god I didn't, I know I could have easily.)

I'll take a large order of bubblewrap for me and my dog, thanks.