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the shifting tides of luck are more erratic than ever, while perhaps i am less so. this may result directly from a need for stability.
concerning dogs, this has been the worst week/month/year to date....
december:
arthur, the puppy purchased as a gift for my sister, drowns.
february:
bobo is attacked by charlie, charles' overgrown pointer puppy. emergency surgery is required. he is injured rather severely, but marches on like the little trooper he most definitely is.
march 14:
tsunami escapes the yard, (through a mysteriously ajar gate), and ventures aimlessly on to florin road, (a terribly congested thoroughfare). a phone call prompts me to bee-line home from work to retrieve the rotten, wayward schnauzer. stephanie calls me, frantically, alerting me to the absence of the two new puppies. while all animals were recovered, (safely at that), my nerves are shot completely.
march 15:
bobo is attacked by cleo, my mother's boyfriend's overgrown dalmation/pitbull puppy. emergency surgery is required; his condition is critical. per the veterinarian, it is clear cleo was attempting to kill bobo. his entire jugular vein is exposed, though remarkably, it is not severed. a 4"x6" piece of flesh and fur and meat is hanging from his throat. today, he has eaten and is recovering quite well.
march 17:
my mother indifferently suggests euthanasia. bobo has recovered once from an injury that should have been fatal. he is recovering beyond the expectations of anyone, including the veterinarian, from this recent attack. to end his life now would be selfish, cruel and unnecessary.
i am at my wit's end. i am stressed. i am frustrated. i am scared. and i am angry.
i think i should turn myself over to the proper animal authorities; clearly, the lincks are incapable of caring for animals properly.
concerning dogs, this has been the worst week/month/year to date....
december:
arthur, the puppy purchased as a gift for my sister, drowns.
february:
bobo is attacked by charlie, charles' overgrown pointer puppy. emergency surgery is required. he is injured rather severely, but marches on like the little trooper he most definitely is.
march 14:
tsunami escapes the yard, (through a mysteriously ajar gate), and ventures aimlessly on to florin road, (a terribly congested thoroughfare). a phone call prompts me to bee-line home from work to retrieve the rotten, wayward schnauzer. stephanie calls me, frantically, alerting me to the absence of the two new puppies. while all animals were recovered, (safely at that), my nerves are shot completely.
march 15:
bobo is attacked by cleo, my mother's boyfriend's overgrown dalmation/pitbull puppy. emergency surgery is required; his condition is critical. per the veterinarian, it is clear cleo was attempting to kill bobo. his entire jugular vein is exposed, though remarkably, it is not severed. a 4"x6" piece of flesh and fur and meat is hanging from his throat. today, he has eaten and is recovering quite well.
march 17:
my mother indifferently suggests euthanasia. bobo has recovered once from an injury that should have been fatal. he is recovering beyond the expectations of anyone, including the veterinarian, from this recent attack. to end his life now would be selfish, cruel and unnecessary.
i am at my wit's end. i am stressed. i am frustrated. i am scared. and i am angry.
i think i should turn myself over to the proper animal authorities; clearly, the lincks are incapable of caring for animals properly.