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So, my dog bit me today.
I was on the building's hall, talking to the super and the landlord (we're having some problems with the water distribution in the building) and I was holding my dog in my arms, 'cause he likes to hump people's legs a bit too much. *g*
Then the elevator arrived, and it was my mom and my dog got all crazed when he saw her, and he bit me so that I would let go of him. On my left hand and my left arm.
It's ugly, it's bloody, it hurts like hell and it's gonna leave a scar.
And I have been crying for over an hour now.
My mom wants to give him away (he's a handful. And she's a control freak who stress over throw pillows placed at the wrong angle of the couch. You do the math), but I want him to stay. I've never had a dog before -- he came with mom back in June. I've had fish before, but you don't really interact with them. This is the first time in my life I've ever lived in a house with a dog, and I can't help it, I like him.
He's stupid, he jumps over everyone, he's incredibly needy, but he's my dog, you know? And now I'm just crushed that he hurt me. :(
GAH, I wish I knew why exactly is it that I can't stop crying.
I was on the building's hall, talking to the super and the landlord (we're having some problems with the water distribution in the building) and I was holding my dog in my arms, 'cause he likes to hump people's legs a bit too much. *g*
Then the elevator arrived, and it was my mom and my dog got all crazed when he saw her, and he bit me so that I would let go of him. On my left hand and my left arm.
It's ugly, it's bloody, it hurts like hell and it's gonna leave a scar.
And I have been crying for over an hour now.
My mom wants to give him away (he's a handful. And she's a control freak who stress over throw pillows placed at the wrong angle of the couch. You do the math), but I want him to stay. I've never had a dog before -- he came with mom back in June. I've had fish before, but you don't really interact with them. This is the first time in my life I've ever lived in a house with a dog, and I can't help it, I like him.
He's stupid, he jumps over everyone, he's incredibly needy, but he's my dog, you know? And now I'm just crushed that he hurt me. :(
GAH, I wish I knew why exactly is it that I can't stop crying.