Started yesterday afternoon when I got home from work. Just like any other day, I let my Jack Russell, Lancer, out in the yard to go to the bathroom when my phone rang inside. I walked in to grab my phone (as I was waiting on word about my dad being hospitalized with pneumonia after surgery) and I head a whole bunch of snarling and barking. I ran outside to see a husky on my property attacking my dog.
As I make it to the bottom of my steps, Lancer had managed to get away from the dog and was hiding behind a bush. His left shoulder had a huge gash where you could see the connecting muscle clear as day. He was soaking wet from getting tossed into the standing water in my front lawn from the rain and I picked him up and rinsed him down with the running water and wrapped him in a towel and took him to the animal hospital.
He will be there for a few days according to the vet. The owner of the husky is a very nice lady who is a neighbor of mine and was extremely uspet by the whole ordeal, as am I. She said she will take care of all of the bills and wants to do anything she can do to help. It's a bad situation to be in.
This morning, I had a random instant message from a girl I haven't talked to in a long time who informed me that a friend of mine from college commited suicide a couple of months ago. It was weird timing as I was thinking about him last week and how I hadn't heard from him in a long time. He was an awesome guy, such a waste for him to remove himself from this world over a girl.
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