Well, yesterday was going fine. K and I went to drop off my mom's dog and stopped by her parents' house since they lived in the area, and said hello. She was very pleasant yesterday and didn't talk about agility at all, which was a godsend to me. When we got back to my house at around 10:30 (she had left R crated in my house while we were gone) R was very hyper so we let the dogs out in the back yard to run their energy off before she went home. We were sitting on my little patio table, T beneath our feet, when R walked up to us, and before I knew it he grabbed T, pinned him down, and I thought he was going to tear him apart. K had to pull R off of little T, and T was shaking so bad afterward, and he bled pretty bad from a cut on his ear. K helped me clean it up. I was pretty upset, but I have to admit I did find it inwardly amusing when--since K is always saying that I'm going to end up keeping T--K said, "Well, I guess R won't be coming over until T goes back home." But seriously, she's absolutely right. T is not my dog, and even if he was, I don't want him to get killed. R is not going to be invited over for a long time.
Well, time for me to go. Today I have to go move B out of his dorms. He'll be staying with me for a week, then he's going back to his parents' house for a week. Later!
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