When it Rains it Pours · 11:47pm Dec 7th, 2014
Well I'm having a hell of a week. Last Sunday I lost my job, this Sunday my dog gets attacked by a German Shepard.
This morning was pretty uneventful: I filled out a few online applications, and finished editing the most recent chapter of my current editing project, after I finished these tasks I decided to take my dog to the Dog Park, because it was a nice day, and those are going to be in very short supply soon with winter on the horizion. About a half an hour after we arrived, another Dog came in--a retired service dog. At first they got along fine, and then all of a sudden they were at eachother's throats.
So after we managed to separate them, the owner of the other dog got right out of there, and I tried to comfort mine. It was maybe five minutes after this that I realized that my dog was bleeding. Badly. He has a lot of fur and was covered in dirt and sand so I didn't see the blood until I grabbed the water hose and started rinsing him off. The Shepard left seven superficial and three serious wounds. I immediately called my veterinarian. She doesn't work on Sunday, but after I described the wounds to her, she agreed to come in.
He had to have surgery, stitches, and a cone put on his head for the next two weeks. 
Dude, where the fuck did you luck go?
No freaking idea. When I woke up this morning, I'd set my alarm to display the text: "get up and do stuff!" This was going to be the day that I got some shit done! That's why I went about filling out applications and finishing Reddux, because I wanted to feel like I'd accomplished something. It worked too. I filled out a half dozen E-Apps before I opened up Gdocs, and I decided to take the dogs to the park because it was the first nice day we've had in awhile. What a mistake that turned out to be.