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I had every intention to spend this evening relaxing and getting some work done.

My evening can best be summed up in this photo.

See that chunk of metal at the bottom of the photo?

That is/was the ring my grandma gave me. You know…the one I JUST blogged about? One of the dogs took it off my nightstand last night and used it as a chew toy.

See all the dirt and dog hair all over those pants?

That was from being dragged across my backyard trying to break up a dog fight. Over a rubber toy. (I know you’re not supposed to jump into a dog fight but I never even think about it. I’m just tough. Or, uh…probably just lucky. And dumb.)

See all that blood all over that rag and my cardigan?

That’s from my littlest mutt’s torn up chin. For some reason she thought she could take her big brother, who is almost twice her size. (Some of that blood is also mine.)

I will straight up fist fight ANYONE who says dogs are less hassle than children.

I had full intentions of getting a lot of editing done tonight and getting a good 52weeks photo. Instead, I spent it doctoring bloody dogs, doctoring my bloody ankle, and trying to calm down.

So…

There’s my 52weeks submission. Because THAT…that was my day.

peace.
-ak

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