The house fire and Fred the wonder dog -In the winter of my 5th grade year year I was home with the flu. It was right around my birthday in November sometime. I remember that because we had a ton of extra food left from my birthday party and come cake for me to have for lunch. The guard dog I talk about before, was watching tv with me down stairs while mom was upstairs making me lunch. Mom had gone to her room to put on socks while the frying pan heated up to make me corn dogs and fries for lunch. While she was in her room a short in the stove sparked the grease and cardboard box the corn dogs were in and the kitchen was soon a raging grease fire. Fred being the lassie like dog that he was came to my rescue as always. He would chase his tail when he needed to go outside. Sick and in my pj’s I was not super thrilled with taking him outside on a snowy day. But he barked and chased his tail until I followed him upstairs. As we headed up the stairs the room was full of smoke. We ran out of the house to find my mom already across the street with the neighbor who was running in with a fire extinguisher to put out the fire. I never really thought about it at the time but, that bitch seriously left me in the basement and went outside without me…Yup, that happened…The fucking dog rescued me instead of my mom. Even when I got outside one of my classmates who lived down the street was the one who came up to ask me if I was ok. Not my mom. My mom didn’t even really acknowledge that I had even made it out of the house. She was over talking to the neighbor who had put out the fire and praising him for saving the house. Not so much as a minute was taken to make sure her youngest child was ok, uninjured, nothing... Yeah, kinda fucked up huh?

The house was pretty messed up. I guess the forest rangers freaked out my step dad when they went to tell him about the fire. He was out at hunting camp when it happened. They made it seem like half the house was burnt down. A lot of smoke damage and the kitchen was in bad shape but not as bad as they had made it seem. It would be an interesting next few months after that. 

Well, before I turn in for the night, let me see how today in the good ole unit went. Well, one of the lovely ex’s friends called the unit today to tell me how nuts I am and that I should totally try to kill myself in here. That was super fun. Great that the orderlies just let anyone call me. Isn’t there like that HIPPA junk to protect me from having people know I am in a hospital and junk? Guess that doesn’t apply in this place? 

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