Scared.....

My stepdad was attacked by some bastard neighbor's Rottweiler yesterday and is in the hospital...he's running a fever, and that goddamn animal nearly took his arm off.
The guy who owns the animal apparently is lying his ass off to the cops...and the cops aren't even going to test the animal that attacked my dad for rabies or West Nile...and he's running a fever, which he never does.

Mom's really scared....
I'm really scared....

It doesn't help that we're two states away from each other right now.

Goodish news...

...My dad is home, and wrapped up in a black satin sling my mom made for him. He's got 42 stitches, a bone fragment and/or a tooth imbedded somewhere, and enough antibiotics to knock out a cow...

It took forever to find an official who was willing to help them, but they finally got a guy whose own child was mauled by a dog and was sympathetic. People are working on it, but the dog has still not been removed from this guy's property. (I know what you're thinking, and I'm thinking it too: This should be a no-brainer. Dog bites, get it impounded, check for rabies! Sadly in parts of Missouri this is not the case....)

I'm having a quiet night, just so very glad Dad's going to be okay.

I'm a grateful Maus.