Last week, the middle of our three dogs (Winny) passed away suddenly. Her mother (Abby,) who is our oldest dog was given 2 months to live back in July due to cancer. We got as much removed as we could, and fortunately she is still alive, but it was just so strange to see her healthy, strong daughter pass away like that out of nowhere.
As you can imagine, the one who passed away's daughter, our youngest dog (Penny) has been upset lately. She's been sick for a few days now, not eating well and just bothered. Abby is alright... she's had cancer and we've bred her for 20 puppies so she's been through a lot and is dealing with the loss well... but Penny has been very upset with our loss of Winny.
Now, while this upsetting situation is going on, I am preparing to head up north to live at my cottage and work all summer. Fortunately I got the job up there again and was pleased to be heading. I planned to leave this morning, but I wasn't fully packed, so I decided to drive up tomorrow morning (I start work tomorrow evening.)
The reasons I like to live alone there is because the freedom is so nice to have, and as most of you know I have some ridiculous girl problems (or lack thereof) in my life. I feel that it is very difficult for me to date a girl or just go out enough to meet girls while living with my parents, so I see these months I will live alone as being a great opportunity for this. All of this makes sense I hope... living alone and making money leads to more girls for anyone.
Now get this. I sleep in after I decide I'll drive up tomorrow. I should have left around 2pm this afternoon, but I slept in because of my decision. Anyways, I wake up this afternoon around 3pm, and my mother calls me. She reminds me I should check on Penny to make sure she is feeling fine. Now, I've been very close with Penny. We playfight all the time, I give her my leftover pasta... she loves it. She's been my favorite dog we've ever had and I'm her favorite person who lives with her.
So I go downstairs and see her lying on the couch. I pet her, and go to kiss her on the nose. What happens? She bites my fucking lip. I now have a huge hole in my lip. It's like... Joker style, except in the top right. It was gruesome. So much blood came out... I immediately suppressed it with a cotton swab and sat down with a few ibuprofens so it's under control for now... at least regarding my physical health... I'm not going to bleed to death or pass out or anything.
The fucked thing is... I'm going to the cottage tomorrow. This was supposed to be my chance to get girls... to be a man. To redeem myself. And now I have been handed this handicap.
Pictures of my lip;
http://goose.speedrunwiki.com/1.png http://goose.speedrunwiki.com/2.png http://goose.speedrunwiki.com/3.png I mean... I don't know how well it will heal... how quickly it will heal... really. I was going to go up there, gain confidence, have money, talk to girls and get my first kiss... but that whole plan has been given a bumsteer by this insane situation.
The fucked thing is... I was planning to leave this morning. If I left this morning, none of this would have happened. Also, my mother called me and reminded me to go check on Penny... if that didn't happen, this likely wouldn't have happened either... I mean seriously. What is this?
I still don't know if it is destiny for me not to kiss a girl, if all the chances I've had which have been ruined were just coincidences, or if it is a message from God... telling me not to do these things which go against His plan for my life. I really don't know what it means... but I am trying to figure it out.
