I didn't make it to dinner tonight. I'm sitting here propping my leg up.
My foot has quit hurting, even when I occasionally get up and walk on it. But the doctor told me walking on it was part of what was slowing the healing. It's not as red as it was when I headed to the clinic this morning, but it's just as puffy... maybe puffier.
Animal control put out a trap for Butthead today, and he wandered into it only about five minutes later. They'll hold him for ten days for rabies observation, as required by law.
I told them that if his owner doesn't come get him, I'll take him. I'm suffering from Stockholm Syndrome.
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