And Bucket has mange. (Don't worry your little pug, she wouldn't get it unless she had a compromised immune system.) Since he is a puppy and recently went through surgery stress the little fucking bastard mites got there hooks in.
I guess it could be worse. It could itch. Then again, it could not go away and be an ongoing thing. So I won't count my chickens.
Just for a little salt in my wound, I found out today that a TOTAL fuck up, an absolutely, unquestionably terrible person is working in a drug rehab center in Hawaii. Shit never sticks to him and his life just keeps getting better. He must have been a saint in another life. I, on the other hand, look up just in time to get shit in my eye.
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