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On Saturday, I took the dogs out first thing in the morning like I always do, and I saw a bright red spot on Sano's tail. No one had to tell me what it was (it was actually a question on my pathology final,) but I got him to the vet that day anyway.

The surgery is tomorrow. The vet pretty much feels like just removing it will be the cure, so that's a good thing. They're also removing a lipoma that's getting big. The issue here is doing surgery on a dog with a clotting disease in the first place.

Good vibes, please.

And money.

Actually I'm sort of over asking the universe for things. It's silly. With that in mind:



Dear Good-looking men: Look, stop acting like I'm in your league when we both know I'm not. It's not cool; it doesn't make you "a nice guy." It's called "leading me on." Got it?

Dear Money: WTF, why do you hate me?

Dear Universe: Suck it.

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On Saturday, I took the dogs out first thing in the morning like I always do, and I saw a bright red spot on Sano's tail. No one had to tell me what it was (it was actually a question on my pathology final,) but I got him to the vet that day anyway.

The surgery is tomorrow. The vet pretty much feels like just removing it will be the cure, so that's a good thing. They're also removing a lipoma that's getting big. The issue here is doing surgery on a dog with a clotting disease in the first place.

Good vibes, please.

And money.

Actually I'm sort of over asking the universe for things. It's silly. With that in mind:



Dear Good-looking men: Look, stop acting like I'm in your league when we both know I'm not. It's not cool; it doesn't make you "a nice guy." It's called "leading me on." Got it?

Dear Money: WTF, why do you hate me?

Dear Universe: Suck it.