Don't be too hard on yourself.
I see some glaring misconceptions you are having about this.
Quit feeling sorry. Mine has gotten meaner for 16 yrs and doesn't love me.
Back to your story. What are you thinking man? It doesn't sound to me like she had any kind of life-threatening wound. She could have done something to stem the blood flow and finished breakfast before you were inconvenienced having to run her to the hosp. I hope she didn't bleed all over the biscuits too.
You obviously should have gone fishing. I tell mine if I do all the stuff she wants done today I will have nothing to do for her tomorrow.
Man mine is junkyard dog mean and ya know you cant get those kind to move on pick on some other poor soul, no, shes stuck to me like a tick on a hounds ear. The 1 good thing about the Wicked Witch is that I go fishin ALOT
and enjoy every moment I am gone.
Im going to see if I can get on the presidential ballot in 98 and if I do, after my platform of legalizing marijuana and a points system for bump & runs on those dang conehead bicycle riders, am going to push legislation to get
some boot camps opened specifically for women like mine.
Ok, just kiddin. Hope shes okay and sorry to hear it.