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I was just thinking. I try to avoid getting too serious in this thing, as I find it to be a ridiculous way to ask for attention. However, being that it's 1:12 AM and a) my roommate is asleep, b) my boyfriend is asleep and c) almost everyone else I care to talk to is asleep as well, I figured I'd head over to the old livejournal without feeling too stupid about it...
So Milo, my dog, was hit by a car today. Not so much "hit" as run over. To answer the obvious question, yes, he is still living, although the vet doesn't really know if he'll be ok or not yet. This might not seem like a big deal to most of you, but that only proves that you've either never met Milo or have never had a pet of your own who you've been totally in love with. Anyway... apparently his jaw was almost ripped off and he almost bled to death on the way to the vet. My Dad, who some of you know I have been, to put it lightly, having issues with lately, called me to tell me. Being the immense asshole that he is, he broke it to me in the most indecipherably drunken and angry manner, upsetting me even more than I would have been already. He put my mom on the phone and she tried to explain to me what happened. I was really upset and just wanted to get off the phone because my dad was spewing obscenities in the background.
At this point I couldn't be happier to be 2 hours away from those two people and living on my own without their personal problems to get in the way of my progress. I really really really hope my dog is ok. He is the only reason I actually enjoy going home for visits. I just hope he doesn't die and isn't hurt badly. He's only like 3 years old and I think he deserves a few more years.
thanks.
So Milo, my dog, was hit by a car today. Not so much "hit" as run over. To answer the obvious question, yes, he is still living, although the vet doesn't really know if he'll be ok or not yet. This might not seem like a big deal to most of you, but that only proves that you've either never met Milo or have never had a pet of your own who you've been totally in love with. Anyway... apparently his jaw was almost ripped off and he almost bled to death on the way to the vet. My Dad, who some of you know I have been, to put it lightly, having issues with lately, called me to tell me. Being the immense asshole that he is, he broke it to me in the most indecipherably drunken and angry manner, upsetting me even more than I would have been already. He put my mom on the phone and she tried to explain to me what happened. I was really upset and just wanted to get off the phone because my dad was spewing obscenities in the background.
At this point I couldn't be happier to be 2 hours away from those two people and living on my own without their personal problems to get in the way of my progress. I really really really hope my dog is ok. He is the only reason I actually enjoy going home for visits. I just hope he doesn't die and isn't hurt badly. He's only like 3 years old and I think he deserves a few more years.
thanks.