Sunday, November 26, 2006

I was only gone for a day and a half but it seemed like so much longer. Thankfully, we didn't go up Thanksgiving day. We left friday morning, and got home last night, when i last posted.
Friday actually went okay. Got to my dad's house, went out to eat, drove around a while, came home and watched tv and then went to bed. I don't particularly like driving with my dad.. if he had a gun with him while driving, I wouldn't have any doubts that he'd use it. Really bad road rage. But anyhow, he took us out to eat at this mexican restuarant. I remember going there on my nieces 6th birthday. Anyhow, we ate and then he drove us around. I tuned out their talking so I could look at everything. How much it had changed. I hadn't realized how much I miss it all. The traffic, the lights at night, the people, the bigness. I just love it. If it weren't for my dad, I'd almost want to live there again. but anyhow. I've found that if you feel sorry for someone it's a lot more worthwhile than getting annoyed or mad at them. That worked only friday though. yesterday was.. yeah. I'm rather very much disgusted.

Okay, my dad used to have this dog named bo, but my dad left rat poison out for the mice and didn't clean it up. Bo ate it and died a few months ago. So my dad went and got a puppy to replace it. My dad only wants a dog for when he goes hunting anyway. I hate how he sees animals as material things and not as actual beings. Okay. You know shock collars? You're only supposed to leave them on the dog for ten hours at the most because it can damage the throat. My dad left it on that poor puppy for weeks. Plus, he's a growing dog, and it was on him wayyy to tight. Mom and I took the collar off of him and the prongs had dug right into his neck and it was a bloody mess. I held him down while mom washed and cleaned out where it had been. I felt so badly for him. My dad won't even take him to the vet to get him sewn up. The poor dog also has an abcess on his foot. Mom told him that he needs to take the poor thing to the vet. He replies with "Yeah, his dang foot, after fifteen minutes of running he's limping. Dang things of no use to me." I was so mad. He doesn't want to "waste money" by taking him to the vet he says. I am so ticked. Then mom made me hug him so that we could leave. I felt like yelling and punching him. Yet I hugged him anyhow. GRRR.


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