Well, I finally bought a dog. A neighbor
of mine seemed almost frantic when he was telling me about a little mixed breed
puppy he wanted to sell. I normally like purebreds only, but this little pup
had a lot of character. I asked the guy if the pup liked children. He said that
he seemed to enjoy his nephew. I asked him how old his nephew is, and he said
that he would have been nine tomorrow. As I have been writing this, my new
puppy had been nibbling playfully on my leg. At first, it tickled a little. Now,
as I look down at my leg, I see an unusually large amount of blood flowing
across the carpet. I best end this little note as I'm starting to get a little
light-headed. Tigger is looking at me right now with a kind of sinister look on
his face as continues to chew on something. Whatever he's chewing seems to be
the source of the blood on the carpet. I wonder if there's an urgent care
nearby that's open on a holiday. I wonder if they make house calls. I wonder if
I have enough time to get to my phone and call 911 before I
