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Every day on my lunch I go home to walk and feed my dogs. Unbeknown to me yesterday, there were feral cats skulking around outside when the boys and I came out of the apartment. Brewster, being the lover of cats he is-no really, he loves cats-nearly tore my arm off to chase after them. The leash did gnarl up my fingers as I tried to get control of his excitableness. As a result, I have three dislocated fingers on my left hand. Oh joy.
I won't be around the next few days. I have important writing deadlines pressing down on me as I type one-handed. Also, deemichelle arrives today to visit for a bit.
And it took me 30 minutes to write this pitiful entry, lol. Thank goodness for Firefox spell check.
I won't be around the next few days. I have important writing deadlines pressing down on me as I type one-handed. Also, deemichelle arrives today to visit for a bit.
And it took me 30 minutes to write this pitiful entry, lol. Thank goodness for Firefox spell check.