I'm not sure if it was the sound of the illegal-sounding dog fight or the searing pain in my left foot that woke me early yesterday morning, but it was not the wake up one would wish for. I believe it began over a soggy piece of rawhide I found later in the corner of my bedroom. All that I really remember is waking, terrified, to the sound of my dogs trying to kill each other. And no, they were definitely NOT playing. It was horrible. Mixed with the pain in my foot, which apparently had gotten in their way, all that I really remember was grabbing my smallest dog and hoisting her on my shoulder to separate them. After enduring another few moments of scrabbling, scratching, and eardrum rupturing barking, I managed to scream loud enough to scare them into submission.

Lucky for me, I can fall back to sleep rather quickly. Not so lucky were my sheets. Apparently the searing pain in my foot was a huge gouge on the ball of my foot that bled all over my newly washed mountain fresh sheets. I cannot tell you how badly this thing hurts. I'm hobbling around like I just got a hip replacement, and the wound doesn't seem like it's going to heal because it keeps getting opened up when I have to walk, which, well, is sort of necessary.

And I start back at the restaurant at Tuesday. This thing better heal by then, that's all I'm saying. Those stupid dogs will end up sleeping in the cage, Cage Matches or not, and if they tear each other to shreds, so be it.

At least, that's how I felt until last night when I watched the Butterfly Effect and that horrible kid set fire to Ashton's dog. I ran home immediately to apologize for screaming at them all morning. I just made sure I hid every dog toy and rawhide before I went to bed last night.

So yes, back to the restaurant. I thought I was prepared but now that it is actually going to happen I just want to cry and hide under my bed. My vicious cycle of working and hating work begins afresh.

Not too much else has been up. Well, I suppose that's not entirely true, I just can't remember anything from this month. Let me check my calendar...oh, ok...went to dinner, saw a few movies, went swimming a few times, went to Dave and Buster's, went canoeing, saw 3 Doors Down (WHAT a disappointment), played some volleyball, went to a wedding, and went to a few cookouts. I think I managed to fit all of the summer activities into the last two months that I missed out on last summer, so I'm good to go.

I just need to keep visiting those realtor web sites, reminding myself why on earth I'm putting myself through this crap again!