As I sit here on the train with a black eye, sewing up dog-saliva smelling stuffed animals, I am thinking, “At least I don’t run out of material to tell you guys.”
1. No, I didn’t get into a fight (although I may tell that to some people).
As I was tending to the animal romper room, otherwise known as my parent’s house, last night, im the midst of trying to get their blind senior-aged dog in the house, and prevent a fight between my Max-pup and their feisty cat, Oreo (after Max ventured into his feeding area the previous night and came running out yelping and rubbing his face, he won’t go anywhere near him), I managed to piss off the wood-cased dart board on the wall, and it punched me in the face.
This was last night’s result:
I know, I’m bad ass. It’s since calmed down and the blood has spread to create a sweet black and blue around my eye.
2. Ok, so what ISN’T bad ass is sitting on a LIRR commuter train with a needle and thread sewing up the stomach of a stuffed Scooby Doo doll and the hand of a mini-Mickey Mouse.
What can I say, they are his favorite toys, and he’s been desperately trying to steal them back from the ‘hard-to-reach’ places we were storing them until there was a schedule opening and an empty bed in the stuffed animal surgical ward. (Grandma would be proud that I did it and didn’t wait for her to get home :-)).
Anyways… now I, and the train car, smells like Max saliva.
Oh well, that’s today’s tale…