Bad day.
Day started out good. I got a haircut, got my sexy on, etc...enter vanilla chai from the coffee shop and good, lazy fast food with about nine hours of gaming on the way. Not a bad day off.
But, apparently, one of my dogs was jumping onto the bed and did something very very bad to Chance's front leg while she scrambled over him. He has not only been yelping, but if a dog could scream, I've heard it.
I feel like I'm walking on eggshells right now, hoping it heals, hoping whatever. My mom is so low on money that she isn't exactly jumping to take him to the vet, and I can't blame her. I don't know what's going to happen...and I have to work...and so does she. He'll be alone for a few hours and that scares me, especially with Hyper Dog still zipping around. Especially with us not there to watch her/him.
I need to sleep or something...but even that seems like a bad idea somehow.
Bah.
But, apparently, one of my dogs was jumping onto the bed and did something very very bad to Chance's front leg while she scrambled over him. He has not only been yelping, but if a dog could scream, I've heard it.
I feel like I'm walking on eggshells right now, hoping it heals, hoping whatever. My mom is so low on money that she isn't exactly jumping to take him to the vet, and I can't blame her. I don't know what's going to happen...and I have to work...and so does she. He'll be alone for a few hours and that scares me, especially with Hyper Dog still zipping around. Especially with us not there to watch her/him.
I need to sleep or something...but even that seems like a bad idea somehow.
Bah.