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It’s Not Easy Living With A Felon
Everyone deserves a break
Bella moved into our home sometime in July, 2020. At first, she was pretty quiet and we hardly knew she was in the house. But that all changed after her surgery.
It happened during her second month in our home. I heard my husband scream in pain. I ran to see what was wrong. He was holding his bleeding hand, yelling at me because it was MY fault that she came into our lives. Bella was just standing there. The look on her face said, “You deserved it, asshole.”
My husband’s hand needed stitches. I drove him to the nearby Emergency Department at our local hospital. We waited a few hours in the lobby until a nurse examined the wound. She started treating it, and asked how it happened. He told her that it was all Bella’s fault that he was bleeding to death.
Another nurse came into the exam room. She handed me a piece of paper. I had to fill out a form and answer all of the questions honestly. Why am I always the one to fill out paperwork? How will they know if I give dishonest answers?
Anyway, I noticed that the paper was from the Volusia County Department of Health. The questions were the usual ones. Name, address, phone number, email address, name of animal, type of animal, and was the attack provoked?
