So, with the help of some pretty serious third-world drugs (not, fortunately, the kind that gets you into some pretty serious third-world trouble), I was back on my feet by Tuesday morning, albeit a little bit shaky in stomach and legs. (I sound like a sailor in this description.) My friend called me at 5.40 AM, ready and waiting to pick me up. I put on some cute clothes and a happy face, and set out for her house, ready to enjoy my days of holiday festivities at all costs. I arrived, put down my bag, got the grand tour of her beautiful place...and was straightaway bitten by her dog.
So now I've got a perfect set of angry red teeth marks, overlaid on a giant, swollen, blue and purple bruise about the size of, well, a dog's mouth. The worst part is that the bruise is on the outside of my upper thigh, in a place impossible to show anyone without completely taking off my pants. So I've finally got a decent wound, and I am denied the pleasure of displaying it. What a cruel, cruel, mad, cruel world.
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I wasn't sure whether to read this entry to Jaya or not but I decided she needed to know. She is shocked, shocked (Imagine her little paws up against her face expressing shock as she stares at the computer screen.)
I assume the dog is rabies free?
I wasn't sure whether to read this entry to Jaya or not but I decided she needed to know. She is shocked, shocked (Imagine her little paws up against her face expressing shock as she stares at the computer screen.)
I assume the dog is rabies free?
You could use an old pair of jeans, cut a slit in the side, and sew a zipper on.
It would remind me of the cows with holes.
Looking shocked is definitely anothering thing Jaya would be cute doing.
And my offer stands.
If I may quote Calvin Gregson:
"Bad doggie."
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More! things that weren't mentioned in the Flubright paperwork....
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