I still have to answer the question about how authors get paid/earn money and respond to Robin’s comment, both things I meant to do today, but then life got in the way.
Or actually Bunny did.
Odd little Bunny boy, our rescue dog. We’ve had him for three years now. He’s quite the personality, which I suppose is part of how he survived on the streets until the rescue people picked him up.
At any rate, Bunny nearly lost an eye this evening. It just … popped out, I guess that’s the only way to put it. And yes, it is as awful as it sounds. It’s almost two in the morning here and I just brought him home from the emergency vet. The surgery took a long time. The eye is back where it’s supposed to be but there’s only a twenty percent chance that he’ll retain any sight on that side.
He looks so sad, his face all swollen and his eyelid sewn shut. And he’s really, really pissed off (even dopey from the anesthetic he’s pissed off) about the collar he has to wear so he can’t scratch the injured eye. A bundle of emotions, is our Bun. I’m pretty shaky myself, to tel the truth, or I wouldn’t be babbling on about this at two in the morning.