A not totally dog related entry, for once

First, I promise that this post will NOT be all about my dogs. I really do have other things going on in my life! They just kind of overpowered everything this last week. I will say, however, that Willow's ear is fine. She had to have stitches to get the bleeding stopped, and even then, it was still bleeded up until last night (I have a band-aid on the end of her ear now, which is just too cool for words. I'm calling her my band-aid wearing dog). But it seems to have stopped now, and she isn't bothered by it at all. Also, Bernie went and had his elbow x-rayed, and the vet thinks it is just an old break that didn't heal well. She said that's probably how he ended up at the SPCA - the people who had him didn't want to deal with it, so they let him loose to find his own way in the world, where he managed to get way too skinny and become permanently lame before he got picked up by the dog warden and ended up at the SPCA. People suck ass sometimes. But it will be fine - he'll just have a stiff elbow that will never be right again, but it isn't bothering him right now. At least not much, because he's still using it.

Okay, that's the end of the dog news. See? I told the truth, because now I'm on to other subjects. And the first of those other subjects is that I got a call from my brother's girlfriend, which told me some very odd and disturbing news about him. News that I don't really feel comfortable telling here, because it isn't my place to spread his dirty laundry all over the Internet (oh wait, did I already do that? Oops. But this is worse than just being a drunken thief). It's something that he may or may not have done in 2000, which may or may not end up getting him sent to jail, and that's all I'm going to say. Except that it is a sad statement of our relationship that I was; first, happy that his girlfriend wasn't calling to tell me he was going to show up on my doorstep (whew, dodged a bullet there), and two, that I was not at all surprised at what she told me, and that I could totally see him doing it if he was drunk at the time, which he most assuredly was. And that's all I really felt about it. Not saddened that his life had gone down this bad road, because he's been heading himself down bad roads for a very long time now; not upset that he was going through hell right now, because frankly I'm pretty sure he brought it on himself, and if he really did what they say he did, then he deserves to pay. And finally, something that just ocurred to me - I'm kind of happy that this happened now, and not when my Mom was still alive, because it would have killed her, and he disappointed her enough in his life.

And that's all there is to say about him. And after that kind of news, I don't really feel like talking about anything else, so I'm going to end this here (and I'm sorry if I made you very curious about what he did). I hope everyone is having a great weekend! Because frankly, despite the news about my brother, I'm having a wonderful Saturday. Willow's ear stopped bleeding, I've been playing the Sims and watching TV all day while wearing my pajamas, and therefore life is good. I love Saturdays.