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Last night, about ten minutes before midnight, the Sarge's dog bit Dirk in the face with no provocation on his part. As I mentioned in the journal, the dog bit the Sarge in the face a month and a half ago, resulting in some scarring, but she refused to get rid of the dog. The way the laws are in this county, you can only do something about a dog that bites you if either their owner instructed the dog to attack you, or if the dog is considered vicious, i.e., biting people at least every day with actual skin broken.
The Sarge and Aaron had been arguing again, and Aaron kicked the dog out of their room because it tended to attack Aaron when he was yelling at the Sarge. Dirk was sitting on the floor with a couple of our friends, the dog walked by very close, and Dirk said "Hey Syd," because the dog looked sad. Whereupon, the dog flipped out and bit him on the face. He has several puncture wounds, serious bruising of the face and nose, and the corner of his mouth is cut. None of this required stitches, thankfully, but he will need to get a tetanus shot.
When the Sarge found out about the dog biting Dirk (blood was pouring down his face, I've still got blood splashed all over my sink), her first response was, "What was his face doing so close to the damn dog?"
Holy god, I'm not sorry for anything petty I've done to her. I'd do it all over again, only ten times worse. Fucking bitch.
At any rate, we called the cops because you're required to with a dog bite, and the Sarge and Aaron tried to sweep the dog off to Culpepper -- except they couldn't. The dog had to be quarantined in our county, away from other animals, for ten days. You know, in case he's rabid despite the vaccinations. Since it can't stay at our apartment, she has to have him stay at an animal shelter, and foot the bill.
It's been amusing to watch her self-destruct, but she has to go. She has to go. She has to go. The dog's going regardless, because I'm going to keep bringing it to the animal shelter if it doesn't -- or let it loose and see how long it takes for it to get hit by a car. I can't live with this bullshit anymore, I just can't. Dirk's face looks awful, and I was up until 3 in the morning with this bullshit.
There's blood all over my sink, splashed on the faucet and sprayed on the mirror. I got blood on my hands when I brushed my teeth this morning. This is no way to live.
