Slowly getting up to speed...
Yes, I know I'm supposed to be back in the game, but it's been a rough week. School has been keeping me so occupied that I've not even been able to keep up my regular routine of heavy drinking, self-loathing and codeine extraction. If A-Mac is reading this, she knows what I'm talking 'bout.
Anyways I'm done my last essay. It nearly killed me, but I'm done. Twelve pages on how Margaret Thatcher and Gorbachev were key figures in ending the Cold War. It pained me to write it, especially seeing as it was a European History course and I really couldn't factor Ronald Reagan (the greatest human being to have lived during the 20th Century) into the equation. All but the dumbest left-wing nutjobs know that he's the one most responsible for ending the Cold War, burying communism and saving the free world. Man, if he were around today...well, I'm not going to get started on it, but if you know me you can probably guess where I'd go with that train of though.
But I digress. Where were we? Ah yes, the cocaine. I still have a little left, but I sort of wish I had access to more. It probably would have made this last while a little easier (well, not on my bank account). But I'll have to make due.
Was chatting with a random internet girl a few weeks ago and she suddenly asked me if I wanted to do something Friday night. I was a bit wary and distrusting at first, but I really had no cause to doubt her. So an actual date on a Friday night and with quite a cute girl too. I'm really condensing things here because I feel the need to catch up. Plus I'm tired and have no blow. And y'all get the point. It's not important. See, later that night I had the WORST night of my life.
Around 11:00 PM on Wednesday night, things really began to unravel for me. I was in the kitchen preparing a sandwich for the next day, something I rarely do as a result of my laziness. My mother was seated at the kitchen table, reading something. That's when I heard a growl and a loud yelp from the laundry room. I knew at once that my mean dog, Suzy, had snapped at my beloved Bobo. It's happened before and she's also attacked my mother in her sleep. But despite all my warnings about not having that dog in the house, no one listened to me. I dropped what was doing and ran to the hall immediately. That's when I saw the most horrific thing I've ever seen in my life. I saw Bobo stumbling away into the laundry room, with a large trail of blood behind him and his eye on the ground. This horrible creature had gone for Bobo (he likely bumped into her without noticing her) and she quickly bit at him. I will never forget what I saw there, it's traumatized me and it will haunt me forever. My mother quickly grabbed Bobo, applying pressure to his little face as I frantically tried every veterinary number I could find, listening to recordings and trying to write things down, finally getting a hold of a 24 hour emergency clinic. Through my hysterical tears, I somehow managed to drive us there, amazed that I didn't crash. After what seemed like an eternity, we hand Bobo off to the vet and I was so frightened that I was never going to see my little baby again.
Fortunately, Bobo is okay or at least okay as he can be. There was obviously no saving his eye. If there's one thing that's sort of good about this, it's that his vision to begin with was poor at best. But I just can't and won't be able to forget what happened, how awful it was. Everytime I look at his face, I'll be reminded of it. He's still the most beautiful creature in the world though and he always will be. But out of anyone on this earth, such a terrible thing shouldn't have happened to him. He doesn't have a mean bone in his body and truly is the sweetest and gentlest thing you'll ever meet. He's recovered quite well, gotten used to getting around and such. I love him beyond words and I know that I'll have to take extra special care of him now. But Lord, I don't remember ever being upset as I was then and it still sort of upsets me.
Anyways I'm done my last essay. It nearly killed me, but I'm done. Twelve pages on how Margaret Thatcher and Gorbachev were key figures in ending the Cold War. It pained me to write it, especially seeing as it was a European History course and I really couldn't factor Ronald Reagan (the greatest human being to have lived during the 20th Century) into the equation. All but the dumbest left-wing nutjobs know that he's the one most responsible for ending the Cold War, burying communism and saving the free world. Man, if he were around today...well, I'm not going to get started on it, but if you know me you can probably guess where I'd go with that train of though.
But I digress. Where were we? Ah yes, the cocaine. I still have a little left, but I sort of wish I had access to more. It probably would have made this last while a little easier (well, not on my bank account). But I'll have to make due.
Was chatting with a random internet girl a few weeks ago and she suddenly asked me if I wanted to do something Friday night. I was a bit wary and distrusting at first, but I really had no cause to doubt her. So an actual date on a Friday night and with quite a cute girl too. I'm really condensing things here because I feel the need to catch up. Plus I'm tired and have no blow. And y'all get the point. It's not important. See, later that night I had the WORST night of my life.
Around 11:00 PM on Wednesday night, things really began to unravel for me. I was in the kitchen preparing a sandwich for the next day, something I rarely do as a result of my laziness. My mother was seated at the kitchen table, reading something. That's when I heard a growl and a loud yelp from the laundry room. I knew at once that my mean dog, Suzy, had snapped at my beloved Bobo. It's happened before and she's also attacked my mother in her sleep. But despite all my warnings about not having that dog in the house, no one listened to me. I dropped what was doing and ran to the hall immediately. That's when I saw the most horrific thing I've ever seen in my life. I saw Bobo stumbling away into the laundry room, with a large trail of blood behind him and his eye on the ground. This horrible creature had gone for Bobo (he likely bumped into her without noticing her) and she quickly bit at him. I will never forget what I saw there, it's traumatized me and it will haunt me forever. My mother quickly grabbed Bobo, applying pressure to his little face as I frantically tried every veterinary number I could find, listening to recordings and trying to write things down, finally getting a hold of a 24 hour emergency clinic. Through my hysterical tears, I somehow managed to drive us there, amazed that I didn't crash. After what seemed like an eternity, we hand Bobo off to the vet and I was so frightened that I was never going to see my little baby again.
Fortunately, Bobo is okay or at least okay as he can be. There was obviously no saving his eye. If there's one thing that's sort of good about this, it's that his vision to begin with was poor at best. But I just can't and won't be able to forget what happened, how awful it was. Everytime I look at his face, I'll be reminded of it. He's still the most beautiful creature in the world though and he always will be. But out of anyone on this earth, such a terrible thing shouldn't have happened to him. He doesn't have a mean bone in his body and truly is the sweetest and gentlest thing you'll ever meet. He's recovered quite well, gotten used to getting around and such. I love him beyond words and I know that I'll have to take extra special care of him now. But Lord, I don't remember ever being upset as I was then and it still sort of upsets me.
This was three weeks ago, so we're still playing catch up. But there's not much more to go, so I'll be back before you know it kiddies. I'll talk to you soon.
posted by King Hippo at 8:37 PM
3 Comments:
Hey Mike,
I can't believe what happened to your Bobo. That's awful. I would have had a complete mental breakdown if it happened to one of my dogs.
But he seems to be in good shape. There are dogs that lose one or two legs and are still happy as can be, so I don't think that this will affect his quality of life.
Maybe Suzy can be rehabilitated in obedience school, or you can put up those baby-gates to keep her in a separate part of the house?
Thanks Monica, it's nice to have another dog lover who can understand just how much Bobo means to me.
Yeah, I was probably close to a nervous breakdown anyways and I'm amazed this didn't push me over the edge. I did miss all of my classes the next day, but I did go to Babs' B-Day thing and tried to carry on as best I could. Then I had the worst date of my life, which I'll get to next post. So I'm okay, I have to be tough.
As for Bobo, he was mostly blind anyways and you're quite right; this won't really affect his quality of life too much. He's well fed, well loved and has everything he could ever hope for. So he'll be just fine, he's a trooper. Suzy is about the same age as Bobo (she's 11, a few months younger than him) so there's really no 'rehabilitating' her at this point. We're just going to have to be very conscious about always separating them at all costs.
Oh, you KNOW that I know what you're talking about.
Bobo looks like he's bouncing back pretty well. Sammy Davis Jr. style.
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