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Hi. I'm Sabine from close-to-Vancouver and I'm a news junkie -- good thing its my job. I hate pants and mustard. I love baking and books and lots more other things, some of which get features here, as I bumble along my way on the Interwebs. You can e-mail me at sboersch(at)shaw(dot)ca.

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I never wear my hair back and have always had some form of bangs because of my scar. You can see it disappear into my hairline and it goes to just about above my ear. I’m very lucky that’s all I have. When I was four, I was mauled by a dog. My dog. He was a St. Bernard and one day just pinned me to the deck and bit me around the my left eye in front of my mom and our neighbour. He drove me to the hospital in the small town I grew up in, where I was put into an ambulance and driven off to the big city. I had 75 stitches and three surgeries and wore an eye patch. Thanks to the surgeon, this scar, a couple other minor scars and a frightening photo of my swollen, black and blue, four-year-old face is all I have left of that.

I never wear my hair back and have always had some form of bangs because of my scar. You can see it disappear into my hairline and it goes to just about above my ear. I’m very lucky that’s all I have.

When I was four, I was mauled by a dog. My dog. He was a St. Bernard and one day just pinned me to the deck and bit me around the my left eye in front of my mom and our neighbour. He drove me to the hospital in the small town I grew up in, where I was put into an ambulance and driven off to the big city.

I had 75 stitches and three surgeries and wore an eye patch. Thanks to the surgeon, this scar, a couple other minor scars and a frightening photo of my swollen, black and blue, four-year-old face is all I have left of that.