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So this past Halloween I decided to dress up as Fidel Castro, which is funny because the Rojo family is Cuban and left Cuba because of him. Anyway, with the costume came a hat, which Fidel was known for wearing. So as I was walking around my house with the costume on I noticed that my dog was getting very uneasy and nervous with my presence. And then it clicked; I had completely forgotten that she was terrified of people with hats. I then proceded to chase her around the house, which led her to quickly jump to and from the couch. Then, as she was sprinting out of the room, she tore a ligament and now limps everywhere she goes. Her surgery is scheduled to be this Saturday.

Which reminds me, Sean ran over a dog a few weeks ago and broke all its legs. The dog is  alive.