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They couldn't save his leg.

Apparently, with all the lead and the way the bones were mangled, the blood flow to his leg stopped. They amputated it last night and Balor's on pain meds and stuff now. He's sleeping, so I figured now would be a good time to update you guys. I had a sinking feeling he'd lose it; it didn't even look like a leg anymore, it was just flopping around and covered in blood.

I'm taking him home with me, no way am I letting Balor back on the streets. I know he'll be fine, he's a tough dog, and an absolute sweetheart. I don't believe for a minute he was going to attack that asshole. Growled a bit, maybe, but he's not a violent dog.

Obviously I'm a lot calmer now. Spock arrived this morning, right as they were finishing up surgery, and calmed me down. He's good at that, y'know, being a shrink and all. He was with me when I got the news about Balor's leg, and that really helped. He's talking to the doctors right now.

Thank you to everyone who responded to my last little meltdown of an entry. Creamy and Wizard and frabjous, who I talked to earlier; Spock gave me his contact info. And Doug too, of course, for the money and support (and for keeping me from going to jail for murder). I owe you, man, I'll see about giving you a free tune up for your car or something.

I'll keep you guys updated. Just for now keep Balor in your thoughts.

Happy World Food Day! I just spent all day cooking up a storm. I'm not even into cooking that much, but today I went at it. The house smelled so good by the end of the day. I think that's why I like cooking. My place is definitely what you'd care 'worn down' and 'threadbare'. It pushes the limits of comfortable clutter, except where my work areas are concerned, the floorboards/doors creak unless I drown them in oil, and as I mentioned, I have a roach problem. Cooking brings a comfortable feel back to the place. It and all of my gadgets laying around are what make this place home.

Of course, World Food Day's really about bringing attention to the hunger problems in the world. I don't necessarily care about that, but I did my part with my dogs. They know to come by when the spicy smells float out the window, and I had my dinner out on the porch with them. They're such good dogs, I really wish I could keep them all. Or hell even one. As it is, though, I barely make due with me.

Balor and Osiris (a Rottweiler and Beagle, respectively) love my gumbo. They got into some sort of eating contest over it, and surprisingly Osiris won. Little guy can really eat.

If you're interested, Soda, I've got about 7 or 8 dogs who come by every once in a while. All different breeds, and only two are girls. You'd think they'd kill each other, since I've got rottweilers and pitbulls and boxers and even a Chow Chow (her name's Eris, and DAMN can she hold her own with the big boys), but they all get along pretty well. It's so great.

Update on the Steampunk Keyboard. I finally got my hands on an IBM Model M "Clicky" keyboard, and finished removing the skirts on the key caps and reassembling them last night. Tomorrow I get to work cutting and shaping the brass cradle.