OH GOD...

SO I WAKE UP THIS MORNING WITH PEOPLE FREAKING OUT ABOUT MY DOG.... as i become more and more awake, i realize that he is bleeding and that there is blood all over the house. i throw some shorts on and head downstairs and its true. holyfuckingshit is it true! there is blood everywhere and my dog looks like a cheap horror movie victim. he has blood all over his face, neck, legs, dog bed, carpet and every where on our itialian tile flooring...
start cleaning him up and find out where he is bleeding and figure out what the fuck is going on. he has a puncture in his chest i could have stuck my pinky into and has several other small wounds on his chest. looks to me like he fucked himself up running through the woods. but could he have been in a scuffle? there are some not so nice dogs in our neighborhood. could he have been shot? no blood in his pee and he did vomit up a healthy amout of blodd, but he could have been liking himself up. im think he went chasing after charlie (our other dog who fucks himself up by running into shit) and we didnt notice it last night...
i made some calls to people and tried to stop the bleeding, lots of blood and rags later and a couple of hours go by and he is still dumping blood out of this puncture. its not pumping or spurting, just flowing out. a lot of it... get to the animal hospital, (a forty minute drive) and they want my credit card before they will let him in the door.
"hey, he is really bleeding bad."
"just fill out these forms please."
"can i do that while you plug hjm up?!?!!"
"please fill out these forms and the doctor will be with you soon."
"yeah, meanwhile my dog bleeds to death."
"would like an estimate of the costs?"
"no, i would like it if you would get the fucking doctor to look at my dog."
"would you like us to do some extra blood work?"
"why would i want that? how much is that, why do i care- wait, can you people look at my dog yet?"
"yes sir, bring him in."
"like i said, he is really bloody, do you have a back door or something."
"its fine sir, bring him in."

as i walk up to the door with my massacure victim they spot us and user me to a side door where they have a nurse waiting. this guy was way fucking cool. explained a few things to me and i warned him about how much my dog loves cats....
"not to worry, we will feed him some as soon as we stop the bleeding."
this guy was all right. took off his purple choke chain and handed him over... beau did not want to go with this guy and i had to coax him into going in side where i imediatly heard him going ape shit!!! fuck....
they want to keep him over night and possibly do surgery, yeah bye bye dirt bike. hello two thousand dollar dog. fucker. im buying him a godamn suit of armor before he is allowed to go out side and pee.... im hoping its not gonna be too bad. im hoping he is going to be alright... i was choked up and lost when i got back into my car. my hands covered in blood and towels of vomit and blood on my seat and floor. good thing blood doesnt bother me. what bothers me is the feeling of being helpless. i can fix anything, but i cant take apart the dam dog now can i? he better be alright.