I went to my uncles house to meet this new 9 week old American bulldog puppy he just got last week and got puppy mauled by all his dogs. He breeds French bulldogs so there's 3 of those, 1 rat terrier that I brought back from Vermont (my favorite out if the bunch, I nicknamed him Feltcher on the way back and it sort of stuck
) and a 12 year old red nose pitbull. Each dog is just incredibly sweet, Ruby the red nose kept trying to climb up and lick my face whenever I stopped petting her and the Frenchies would all team up to tackle me when I kneeled down. I just can't believe I didn't take any pictures
An even bigger
he said I'll be getting a call for an interview at the place he works. It's for a warehouse job at a bike parts distribution company. It is an awesome company and I've been trying to get a job there for the past couple of years. Starting pay is 11.25 an hour but they do profit sharing and I would get insane an discount on bikes and parts. So I'm pretty hyped and going to cross my fingers that I get the job.
: Feeling more and more like crap, and I can't call in sick.
: Luckily, they're visiting on Satuday, so they can bring it with them then