dogs (who have been fighting on and off) got into a fight today. don’t want to talk about it. long story short, the injured dog had to be put to sleep because it would cost $1,300 to fix her injuries (which, uh, must have been extensive). the other dog was going to be put down too because she’s violent but a lady at the vet went “you can’t put such a nice dog down. it was the terriers’ influence” and took her home herself. my third dog, who was not involved but has been in the past, is home.

I’m going to the doctor tomorrow because in the process of trying to break the dogs apart, one of them put two puncture wounds in my hand and I need to get an x-ray to make sure nothing’s damaged.

all in all: it has been the shittiest day and the dog that died was the only one who didn’t get on my nerves and I can’t for the life of me focus on homework - or, for that matter, write because it’s my left hand that’s hurt.

today in french we learned ~daily routine phrases (like…to wash hair, to brush teeth, etc). one of them was “to shave” and when we were familiarizing ourselves with the words my french teacher was throwing questions at people. so she was having fun with the shaving one, saying “do you shave your legs?” to a dude and “do you shave your face?” to a chick and occasionally just “do you shave?” and they had to answer and jesus I was so glad she didn’t call on me because PRESUMABLY as a chick I shave my legs but, um, nope. haven’t done that in like two months.  

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