I EAT THE RIBS

Basically we adopted this dog who had been abused and abandoned. We knew who the owners were. The dog, whose name was Bruno, came with his sister Mala like EVERY DAY!! Until eventually we adopted Bruno. (Mala had gone missing weeks before this. Poor girl) Well Bruno was great for like a whole year.. but he had this rash problem. On his stomach. And one time I was picking something up from the floor, and Bruno was right next to me. He thought I was going to hurt his rash… and he jumped. Luckily my sister was in the kitchen so she saw me being mauled. She tried stopping him, but my dad had to come in. He picked up HIS GUITAR and threatened to hit Bruno, which made him stop. I went to the hospital, and basically I can't eat some meat because of what I saw. I was literally restuffed and got seventeen stitches. 😞 It was terrific and I mean that in a bad way. Luckily the scars have gone down and don't look like Swedish fish anymore lol but I still have nerve damage and if I get hit (even lightly) on the left side of my back, my shoulder/armpit area (no idea how he bit there) or my right arm it hurts SO BAD and will continue hurting for a bit. Also I can't where shirts with fitted sleeves. Oh yeah plus I got crunchy Cheetos that night and can’t really stomach them anymore. Well, I haven’t tried them in a while.. maybe I will! That’s the story.