Lizzie's realm

well, that's new. a first, so to say. 
Yes, I'm sporting a very black eye. bruising is still in the beginning, so it will get worst before actually starting to get better. and the whole eye hurts like hell. 
Who's to blame?  Josephine- nicknamed by my mother in a moment of "I'm slightly mad with you" the stupid english huntdog" . Yesterday evening, I have returned home after a whole afternoon spent outside, and she jumped on me to cheer me up. hitting my eye in the process. 
she didn't do it on purpose, but it still hurt like hell. 

It’s official. The refuge for dogs will not allow me to take one- but what troubles me the most is how the lady there treated me.
I’ve been honest with her, I told her there was another dog at my place, and I told her how she is. I also told her that I don’t like to buy dogs when I can take them away from a refuge, bringing him inside an home to spend the winter and have a family would look after him/her and not over 100 other animals.
There was this dog we liked, a female not so young anymore. We told them we were interested, we told them we didn’t want to bring her home just about now, and so, we kept going there 3-4 a week, actually making time,  and we even went there on one occasion with Chicca. To be honest, you know?
Based on one encounter, and, because we are civilized and we worry about others, we preferred to put a restrain on her mouth,  the lady has decided Chicca is all evil all over and dangerous, and “any other dog would be in trouble” and that “it’s not that I don’t trust you. I don’t trust how you handle your dog”. (It may have not been bothered by the statement, if she only didn’t say it with a disgusted expression. ) she also told us that dogs prefer to stay in refuges, and it’s better to stay there for them because they have food and hot water (really? Then, why did you go to buy it at the supermarket since there was no water at all because it was all iced?), and, suddenly, from 4, the dog turned 14, and with a recent ictus, so, even if we were adapt, we wouldn’t get her because trip would stress her and she needs balance to avoid relapses (because for an ictus, -15° is good, right?) and, apparently, we wouldn’t care about her at all, because she’ll need one day medical attention and so on- better not to tell you how my mother almost screamed at her with tears everything we ‘been gone through with Sissi, never abandoning her and always treating the wounds and so on for more than a year, even when her meat was dead.  It also seems that impose the dog an home and the presence of another dog (even if she lives with another dog right now) isn’t good, but putting my own dog in therapy to change her is, instead, a thing well done (and not to mention, the therapist is her friend, ‘nuff said).