LinnaeaBorealis
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Joined: 10/5/2008 From: Insanity & beyond Status: offline
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I really hate it that when I got Miles Davis to the vet he was pretty calm in my arms, even when the dogs came in. He owns a dog, after all, so they weren't scary to him. Then the idjit person working there--not sure in what capacity--decides that he should be put into one of those cardboard containers to go into the back. I could have carried him back there or even she might have been able to. But she brings this giant thing over near him, opens it up & it makes that scrapy sound & he panics & up my face he goes. I had to let go of him when the blood started running down my chin & into my mouth, so he took off for the back & everyone scampered around trying to catch him. Since I had the towel in my hand, I put it up to my mouth staunching the blood flow. They told me all I got was a little scratch on my upper lip, so I'm trying to figure out why I was practically bleeding to death. I get out to the car & see this little tiny scratch, but it's in a wrinkle & when I smooth my lip out, it opens up & it's quite deep. The lower lip has a puncture in it which bled on the inside, so it's swollen & bruised. And His Evilness was supposed to come by this afternoon. I told him a blowjob was probably out of the question.
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Ring the bells that still can ring Forget your perfect offering There is a crack in everything That's how the light gets in ~~L. Cohen Just one of the yahoo's
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