My Horoscope Is Good, Though

A dog tried to bite me last night. I really hope this is not an omen for 2008, because I’ve been having such positive feelings about it.

Stacey and I were coming back from the Dresden Dolls show, which was amazing, BTW, and going back to her place so that she could write me a check for the ticket. (Five bucks says I lose it. I still can’t find my Christmas check from my grandparents.)

As we walked up Union, a guy came by with a little chihuahua on a leash.

“Aw, how cute!” I said, and leaned forward. Whereupon, the little bastard lunged at me snarling, and tried to bite my hand. When I drew back too quickly for that, he snapped at my calf. I could actually feel his nasty little teeth bouncing off my tights. If his owner hadn’t pulled him back, I’m pretty sure I would have spent the rest of the first hours of ’08 in the ER getting my calf reattached.

What would Cesar do?


One thought on “My Horoscope Is Good, Though

  1. Anonymous

    I don’t know if I’ve ever told you the story about the time I was bitten on the nose by a Chihuahua named Stanley. I feel like I have. Anycase, he fucking chinatowned me up the front of the nostril and I was left bleeding all over myself and my date’s lovely bath towel. Short story, fuck Chihuahuas. They’re worse than vermin… I mean, when was the last time you saw a rat wearing a ridiculous sweater?

    Hugs and Kisses,
    Aaron Miller

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