They say people look like their dogs

and while it would be nice to be tall, dark, and skinny… my dogs and I share no physical resemblance. It does seem however, that they have taken on some of my most stellar personality “flaws”.

Take Ginger for example.  She is neurotic.  Fully and completely neurotic.  But where she really takes on my neurosis is during storms.  Good lord she is horrible.  Whining, crying, clinging. mess.  The moment she hears thunder so is clamoring to be in my lap.

While I don’t feel the need to climb into Ginger’s lap each time it rains, I hate storms.  It stems from a childhood living in tornado ridden areas and a stint or two in hurricane targets.  I’ve gotten better as I’ve gotten older but still if a tornado siren goes off, I’m calling my mother to make sure she knows I love her!

Compared to Bronco, Ginger got off easy.

Bronco the poor dog seems to have taken on one of my most annoying features.  Not annoying to those around me, but most annoying to myself.

I am accident prone.  To a debilitating degree.  On top of that, I have horrible luck.

It’s why I’m sitting here with my foot in a boot, again.  It’s why I have a plethora of scars from random and assorted run-ins with that shit covered horseshoe that I was born under.

Bronco is a victim of that same horseshoe.  And that horseshoe for him hangs directly over our door.  Specifically the screen door.

If you’ve been around awhile you might remember this post.

Sadly there has been a repeat performance.

I was bringing the three dogs in and as I was opening the door I told Bronco to go to his room.  At the same time Ginger decided to make a run for it so as I was grabbing for her I let go of the door.  Bronco, being the good listener that he is, decided that he still needed to go to his room and nosed open the door.  Like the time before, the door slammed… right on his tail.

This time I was slightly more prepared and thankfully it wasn’t as severe as last time.  So while MrBunny went chasing after Ginger (and carrying her the two blocks home, damn dog) I sat in the floor holding a towel to his tail while Ninja sat and licked his face.

The best part was when I asked for something to bandage the tail, MrBunny brought me bandaids.  Seriously, bandaids.  Granted he did bring some gauze pads and prewrap but still, bandaids.

So for now it is all cleaned and bandaged and we head to the vet tomorrow, again.  Let’s just hope they don’t turn me into animal protective services.

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About Amanda Broyles

Amanda is amazing. Amanda is spectacular. Amanda is humble. Amanda is also a full time college student so take pity on her and don't complain when her TV reviews aren't up immediately following an episode.
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