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...or, Dog vs. Broken Glass, episode 468.
The next time I see those fucking teenagers who use my dog park as an underage drinking hangout and leave their fucking broken alcopop bottles everywhere, I'm going to drag them out of the park, break those bottles into tiny sharp pieces and make them fucking well eat them.
This is the second time in three months I've gone to the vet with a profusely bleeding, distressed dog and left the surgery distressed and dogless. It's the Captain this time, with a nasty, deep cut on the underside of his right wrist, right under the little fourth pad. It didn't bleed quite as much as Squishy's leg did (when was that? November, early December? Not bloody long ago, anyway) but it was enough to leave bloody prints on the pavement walking home and blood on the carpets before I slapped a bandage on it - and enough for the vet to advise sedation and suturing. So I've had to leave Spike there... fortunately, it was early in the day, he hadn't eaten since last night and they don't have many patients in, so they're doing it today and I don't have to spend the night without him.
Of course, these things always happen on a weekend or when I have somewhere else I'm supposed to be. Last time I was supposed to be at a recruitment evening at Sainsbury's - today I was supposed to visit![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
watervole - which, (unlike Sainsbury's) I was really looking forward to. Bugger, bugger, bugger!
Aaaand the really fun part is yet to come - attempting to keep the Evil Bugger quiet and on restricted exercise for the next ten days... *whimper*
Edit: Two hours later, he's back. He's very stoned and sorry for himself... the first thing he did when he got home was stumble upstairs to find the cat and collapse next to her. She rubbed her face on him and licked him... very sweet and touching.
I think I might get drunk now... *growl*
I knew that...
Star Trek, Miranda, anti-war protests and the Beach Boys - an interesting year!
Heh!
The next time I see those fucking teenagers who use my dog park as an underage drinking hangout and leave their fucking broken alcopop bottles everywhere, I'm going to drag them out of the park, break those bottles into tiny sharp pieces and make them fucking well eat them.
This is the second time in three months I've gone to the vet with a profusely bleeding, distressed dog and left the surgery distressed and dogless. It's the Captain this time, with a nasty, deep cut on the underside of his right wrist, right under the little fourth pad. It didn't bleed quite as much as Squishy's leg did (when was that? November, early December? Not bloody long ago, anyway) but it was enough to leave bloody prints on the pavement walking home and blood on the carpets before I slapped a bandage on it - and enough for the vet to advise sedation and suturing. So I've had to leave Spike there... fortunately, it was early in the day, he hadn't eaten since last night and they don't have many patients in, so they're doing it today and I don't have to spend the night without him.
Of course, these things always happen on a weekend or when I have somewhere else I'm supposed to be. Last time I was supposed to be at a recruitment evening at Sainsbury's - today I was supposed to visit
watervole - which, (unlike Sainsbury's) I was really looking forward to. Bugger, bugger, bugger!Aaaand the really fun part is yet to come - attempting to keep the Evil Bugger quiet and on restricted exercise for the next ten days... *whimper*
Edit: Two hours later, he's back. He's very stoned and sorry for himself... the first thing he did when he got home was stumble upstairs to find the cat and collapse next to her. She rubbed her face on him and licked him... very sweet and touching.
I think I might get drunk now... *growl*
Your Dominant Intelligence is Linguistic Intelligence |
 You are excellent with words and language. You explain yourself well. An elegant speaker, you can converse well with anyone on the fly. You are also good at remembering information and convicing someone of your point of view. A master of creative phrasing and unique words, you enjoy expanding your vocabulary. You would make a fantastic poet, journalist, writer, teacher, lawyer, politician, or translator. |
I knew that...
In 1966 (the year you were born) |
Lyndon B. Johnson is president of the US As part of nationwide protest against the Vietnam War, demonstrations are staged all over the US In Miranda vs. Arizona, the Supreme Court rules that criminal suspects must be apprised of their rights before interrogation US planes begin bombing of the Hanoi area of North Vietnam Controversial American comedian Lenny Bruce is found dead of a drug overdose in his home John Lennon says, "We are more popular than Jesus" sparking controversy in the US The first black Senator is elected to the United States Senate Cindy Crawford, Janet Jackson, Mike Tyson, Halle Berry, Adam Sandler, and Kiefer Sutherland are born Baltimore Orioles win the World Series Green Bay Packers win the NFL championship Montreal Canadiens win the Stanley Cup The Good, the Bad and the Ugly is the top grossing film Valley of the Dolls by Jacqueline Susann is published Pet Sounds by The Beach Boys and Sounds of Silence by Simon and Garfunkel are released Star Trek and The Newlywed Game premiere |
Star Trek, Miranda, anti-war protests and the Beach Boys - an interesting year!
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Your 80s Theme Song is I Love Rock N Roll by Joan Jett |
Heh!
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*Hugs BD*
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(and awwww kitty)
Bet the bottle-breakers think they're real smart and kewl hur hur hur etc etc etc too... may they get what's coming to them.
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Hug Spike for me - and Maisie as well ;) - and best wishes keeping him calm for 10 days (eek). :)
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