This Has Been the Summer of Crap Falling Apart
Seriously.
First, it was my dog. Sure he was old, but still. Then, it was my house - which is now in total shambles awaiting the addition and demolition. The latest is my windshield. A crack I had mended last year is on the move and has traveled from the top to the middle. No more mending this thing - has to be replaced. Blah. Another $200 down the crapper.
And to top it all off, I got nipped in the face by a dog this weekend. I'm the asshole for trusting a dog I really didn't know. But she was letting me rub her belly so I got a little closer with my face and, really, without warning (no growling, mind you), she bit me. Luckily, she didn't want to hurt me badly, because I'm sure she could have.
Instead, though, I look like I've been punched in the jaw. Bruised up nicely. I'm still trying to figure out how to explain this at work. It freaked me out because getting bit in the face is rather unsettling. I mean, I have lots of important things on my face that I need on a daily basis. The dog has some issues, in my opinion - last month, she bit a kid and he ended up needing stitches. You're probably wondering why I was even petting her having known this information. Well, they had two dogs that look quite alike (litter-mates, so they were sisters), so I wasn't even sure if I was petting the crazy dog or the good dog. Either way, I'm still an idiot for trusting the dog that I didn't really know.
Even at 30 you do stupid shit and (hopefully) learn from it.
First, it was my dog. Sure he was old, but still. Then, it was my house - which is now in total shambles awaiting the addition and demolition. The latest is my windshield. A crack I had mended last year is on the move and has traveled from the top to the middle. No more mending this thing - has to be replaced. Blah. Another $200 down the crapper.
And to top it all off, I got nipped in the face by a dog this weekend. I'm the asshole for trusting a dog I really didn't know. But she was letting me rub her belly so I got a little closer with my face and, really, without warning (no growling, mind you), she bit me. Luckily, she didn't want to hurt me badly, because I'm sure she could have.
Instead, though, I look like I've been punched in the jaw. Bruised up nicely. I'm still trying to figure out how to explain this at work. It freaked me out because getting bit in the face is rather unsettling. I mean, I have lots of important things on my face that I need on a daily basis. The dog has some issues, in my opinion - last month, she bit a kid and he ended up needing stitches. You're probably wondering why I was even petting her having known this information. Well, they had two dogs that look quite alike (litter-mates, so they were sisters), so I wasn't even sure if I was petting the crazy dog or the good dog. Either way, I'm still an idiot for trusting the dog that I didn't really know.
Even at 30 you do stupid shit and (hopefully) learn from it.
i've been bit in the face by a stinkin' chihuahau...i was 16...stupid dog! like i wanted that nasty chew toy dripping with dog spit!
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