...thank God he's ok. Just superficial wounds. My mom told me on the way home from the airport today after she picked me up. I'm actually really angry because if I've only been gone for three months and he's already getting hurt... well I feel uncomfortable leaving him again.
I cant help but feel like he thinks I might have abandoned him. On the rare weekends that I do come home, he won't sleep in my bed with me anymore and he doesn't nap with me... like he got used to me being gone.
Well, today my mom just totally brought it up out of the blue
"Well, the good news is he's ok."
"What happened to him?..."
"He got bit by a pit bull..."
"Where the fuck was he that he was bitten by a pit bull?"
"A trailer park...."
She actually let the housekeepers son take him home for a weekend to their trailer park and, consequently, he got bit by a neighbors dog.
"When did this happen?"
"Saturday... maybe Sunday.."
She didn't even know when it actually took place... for all I know, Snickers was in pain with untreated wounds for at least a day.
I'm so angry.... am I being irrational?
I feel horrible.