Ohhhhh barre class. All I want to do is curl up in the fetal position and never move again. Oww.
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Let me add this after my post from yesterday about my jerk dogs being jerks: today they got in a fight after some commotion with someone knocking on the door and me jumping out of the shower to get dressed and answer it. Occasionally when there’s craziness like this, my corgi feels the need to let my other dog know that he’s in charge via bullying him a little. It sounds much worse than it is; he’s never really hurt him or drawn blood. But you know how you hear people say that you shouldn’t try to break up a dog fight? Yeah, it’s for a damn good reason. I grabbed Kirby, not really thinking about it, just trying to separate them, and he swung around in the heat of the moment and bit the shit out of my hand. In other words, this is one of the days that I have seriously questioned why I have these dogs. Don’t get me wrong, I love them dearly, and I understand that essentially when shit like this happens, it’s my fault for not understanding the “dog language”, but goddamn that shit hurts.
