messes of men.
monday night at work there was a lady who couldnt sleep so she came down to the lobby at 2 am and talked to me until 6 30 am. i was grateful for the conversation, it kept me awake. she was telling me that this had been the most trying summer of her life and that life was pretty tough at this point. i told her that life was tough and still beautiful and she agreed. her husband is a parapalegic and cant feel his legs at all from a work related accident. one of the things that had made the summer tough was related to this.
her and her husband had gotten a new dog, a jack russel terrier. she was nice and loved her husband more than anything. they had a cat but the dog made sure that ir got more attention and that it was held more so the cat got jealous (i dont like cats). the dog took naps with her husband and was always with him, she even slept in the room at night. one morning eileen was awakened by her husband. as she came to she realized he was sitting up and he told her not to panick. he was holding the dog who was covered in blood. she asked him what happened and he said the dog ate my toes.
i know that this was a serious story and her summer was hard but really all i could do was laugh.
she called an ambulance and he was taken to the hospital. they cleaned his wounds and later stitched them up.
it is encounters like these that make me think i should write a book. who meets someone who has their toes eaten off by their dog.
i been workin a lot lately and life is good.
her and her husband had gotten a new dog, a jack russel terrier. she was nice and loved her husband more than anything. they had a cat but the dog made sure that ir got more attention and that it was held more so the cat got jealous (i dont like cats). the dog took naps with her husband and was always with him, she even slept in the room at night. one morning eileen was awakened by her husband. as she came to she realized he was sitting up and he told her not to panick. he was holding the dog who was covered in blood. she asked him what happened and he said the dog ate my toes.
i know that this was a serious story and her summer was hard but really all i could do was laugh.
she called an ambulance and he was taken to the hospital. they cleaned his wounds and later stitched them up.
it is encounters like these that make me think i should write a book. who meets someone who has their toes eaten off by their dog.
i been workin a lot lately and life is good.
posted by fountainstylerootbeer at 4:03 PM
4 Comments:
SERIOUSLY!?!?!?! Oh my goodness! Wow...I don't even know what to say...
But I will say...I used to not like cats and then Annie Bea came in to my life. She sleeps with me every night. And it's not like she just lays there...she gets close. She likes to feel you. And I like that. Also...she cleans up after herself and that is amazing. You would like her too...I'm sure of it!
Perhaps a better question is "who meets someone who has eaten their dog's toes?" I say this because it seems that Wess Howell meets people who have had their toes eaten off by their dog. So the answer to your question, "who meets someone who has their toes eaten off by their dog?" is obviously Wess Howell.
Perhaps a better question is "who meets someone who has eaten their dog's toes?" I say this because it seems that Wess Howell meets people who have had their toes eaten off by their dog. So the answer to your question, "who meets someone who has their toes eaten off by their dog?" is obviously Wess Howell.
wow...
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