It's been a week since my Fave went missing. She usually works the afternoon shift four days, over the weekend at the Gas Station Chicken Store. I was highly optimistic on Thursday. Surely Fave would be back, just like normal. Wouldn't she?
NOPE!
The car in the parking lot was that of the Other Gal. She works the other afternoon shifts, and also mornings on the weekends. She's okay. I have no issues with her. The tickets she sells me do not seem as lucky. Over this past week, my winnings have suffered! However... I got up the gumption on Thursday, around 4:30, with no other customers in the store. As Other Gal was handing back my $2 change, I took the plunge...
"I was surprised to see you here today. I was expecting Fave."
"Oh. Well..."
"What's going on with that?"
"Fave got shot."
"WHAT? SHOT??? That's terrible! I was thinking maybe she got another dog bite. Losing the end of her thumb was bad enough. But SHOT!!! That's even worse! How did THAT happen?"
"Well. She was with her dog. Apparently somebody said he was going to shoot the dog, and Fave said no he wasn't."
"Where did she get hit?"
"The abdomen, I think? I haven't talked to her. And maybe on her calf. I think the bullet just grazed her."
"The abdomen is not good! I hope she's okay. But thanks for the info."
What in the actual NOT-HEAVEN??? There comes a time when maybe you have to evaluate your situation, and maybe, just maybe, realize that this dog is not the best thing to have in your life. I'm sure Fave loves her dog. But she's lost work from breaking up a fight, then lost the end of her thumb for breaking up another fight, and now she's been SHOT!
Maybe when she returns, I can get more of the story, straight from the dog-momma's mouth.
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