Today/last night has been a bit like that for me. Everything seems to be going wrong all the time - now I'm just wondering what disaster is going to unfold next...
Girl problems (which I won't divulge here) which have got me down a bit, but then to top it off:
I was walking my dogs along through a local wood when I saw 2 terriers (or small dogs at least) running up the field towards the wood and towards me. Next thing I know, they've reached me and my dogs and start sniffing around. Then, the fight begins. They go straight for my youngest dog's private area (he's called Tim) and he's yelling out in pain (he's on a lead at this point). My other dog is just running around nuts as they chase him too. The young dog breaks loose from the lead and runs off...
I manage to catch up with the man who's in charge of these 2 dogs - he's a typical farmer-poacher type who looks a bit shifty. He instructs me to run up the hill in the wood and see if my youngest dog meets me back there (the dog having ran off pursued by the vicious terriers.)
Once I'm back at the top of the hill, I realise that I've been bitten and my jeans torn. I walk round a bit looking and calling out for Tim. I don't find him. I walk back down through the wood hoping to find him. I decide it's time to call home - get my phone out of the pocket and lone behold it's got teeth marks through and the screens broken.
Now I'm getting desperate. Having used the phone for a few months, although it's still fairly new, I manage to navigate my way around the phone and call home. I report what's happened and just say I'll try finding the man in charge again - see if I can get his name etc. I do catch up with the guy - only to find out he's an arrogant swine who isn't helpful whatsoever. I ask him for his name and he says he won't tell anyone that. He says he has permission to be on the land and be rabbiting/fox hunting (continue reading). He says the phone could have been broken by my dogs and that they weren't on leads either (the one attacked actually was). Then him and a few of his friend drive off in their jeep - I'm not giving in that easily.
I ring home again and my Dad says he's on his way. I sprint off in pursuit of the men and meet up with my Dad and brother a field across from the wood - the jeep is still in view so we chase desperately after it. Thankfully after chasing them for a mile or so along a country lane, we find them in a yard and my Dad confronts them about everything. Of course, the arrogant idiot refuses to take any blame for it.
When I got home, I found that Tim had managed to limp back to the house. He's obviously in some pain still and I've yet to find out if my phone contract will cover this damage. It's certainly not been one of my good days (probably one of the worst days I've had in a long time). Let's just hope and pray nothing more goes wrong...
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