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April 2011


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Fool for Love When You Don't See Me

Someone Like You I'm Your Man

He's The One It Had To Be You

The Mammoth Book of New Gay Erotica Best Gay Erotica 2007

Best Gay Love Stories: New York City Best Gay Love Stories 2005

Three Fortunes In One Cookie The Deal


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hurting each other

About fourteen hours ago, in my last entry, I said:

"...when it comes to responsible dog ownership and/or when dealing with dogs who have poor social skills I don't advocate the kind of lazy disregard I displayed when I woke up, because it could be hazardous for your dogs and/or yourself."

I meant that when I said it, and here's why:

Everything went so well yesterday with both Rex and EZ off leash together that I thought we'd try it again. And it was going well, once again. We ate, they went out, they napped--not together, but in different parts of the apartment--we went out again after it briefly rained, and then they were hanging out with me while I was reading blogs when, suddenly, all hell broke loose. Rex was under the desk at my feet, I was in my chair, reading blogs on the computer, and EZ was snoozing behind me. Within seconds Rex was on the move and they were snarling and snapping at each other. I loudly said, "Crates" while clapping my hands to try to startle them and moved between them, which I don't recommend either, but it's what I did in the moment. Rex darted back under the desk while I kept saying, "Crate" in my most commanding voice and steered EZ into her crate. Rex zipped into his crate on his own while whimpering loudly and holding up one paw. Once EZ was secured, I brought him out and checked him all over, starting with the paw he was favoring. It was fine. I don't know what that was all about, but then I noticed his left eye and that his lower eyelid was torn, bleeding, and starting to swell.

I crated him, checked EZ, who was fine, and then took Rex over to Becky's while I called his attorney, who urged me to take him to his vet to have him checked out. I drove him to West Alabama Animal Clinic, which cheered him up immensely, because he got to ride in THE CAR! Regardless, I felt like crap. I had a feeling it was too soon to have them off leash together like that, but did it anyway. I should've been watching them better. I was lured into a false sense of security. On and on, I mentally berated myself until Rex was checked by two doctors. They advised stitching the lid, rather than treating it topically and hoping it healed correctly, so that's what they did. It only took a couple of hours. During the wait I reminded myself that it can take up to a year for a dog to feel comfortable in a new environment, and with everything EZ's been through, and the fact that she's only now able to act like a real dog again after her surgeries, it's like she's a new dog in a new environment all over again. If she stayed with me for another year, something like this could happen again. EZ's not a dog who enjoys loud noises or sudden movements. Rex is nothing but sudden movements. I'm pretty sure he was running to go downstairs, ran past her, and startled EZ and she reacted to it badly. I'm positive neither of them directly attacked the other. Still, I can't help but think of all the "coulda, shoulda, woulda" scenarios. What I should've done to prevent that from happening. Bad foster parent. Bad!