The above title is sarcasm.
Next time Annie's trying to get loose, I'm letting her go and say to anyone that asks, "I hope she get's her ass ran over today!" While trying to take her into the backyard yesterday (finally got her back) the dumbass lunges and since my hands were securely wrapped in the leash, I fell...right into these damned wooden posts that mom has surrounding the flowerbed: face first; right inbetween my nose and my lips. If it has been but a little more towards the tip of my nose, who knows, I'd probably be dead! Then, I get dragged through the yard some ways...needless to say, I'm still not pleased with that damned dog, though I did get her locked up. Afterwards, I had to call my aunt because my nose was bleeding and while she's no medical practitioner she's seen enough scrapes; bruises and other minoremergencies to know a broken nose when she sees one...once again, I don't have a broken nose. I swear, it's going to happen when I least expect it.
I haven't bruised any, doesn't necessarily mean anything as I'm like impossible to bruise too. O_o Everythings sore. On a bit better note...mom's suppose to be home today. We'll have a talk about her damned dog, I'm sure.