Oy with the poodles already!
You know what I absolutely love about the new episode of South o' Nowhere (airing this Friday on the 17th)? It's that Spencer's mom is rather "perky" when she catches her daughter about to do the nasty with said daughter's girlfriend, and when she kicks the girlfriend out. Am I the only one to notice this? Teehee. I just can't believe it... I'm so worried for Spencer and Ashley :(. No doubt they're going to stay together, but Mother Superior is going to bring in a priest to exorcise Spencer's gay demons out of her!? Blasphemy!
Anyways. Yesterday sucked. If you look down to my posts around July, you'll notice I talk about my dad coming to our house drunk and whatnot. Well he did that again. Only sober. But it was very agressive and crazy. He wanted me to go up to Pennsylvania to be with his mom since she's going into surgery. He even told me she was dying. Fact is, she's not dying -- she'd doing fine. But he went all nutzoid and yelled at me to pack and get in the car. For the past few nights I've been staying at a friend's house since the tension with my dad was at it's brinking point.. and obviously now it's exceeded that.
So anywho, I got scared when he took my dog out of the house and pushed her into his car. No leash, no collar. I began crying. Then I locked myself in my mom's room and called my mom (she's recovering from surgery in Pittsburgh) and she told me to call 911. Which I did.
Inbetween calling my mom, crying hysterically, and waiting for the police, I later found out that Baily escaped. How the hell does that happen when she's supposed to be in a car? Let's factor this out: 1) Baily is a fat, 50 gallon barrel type of dog. 2) My dad's truck is high up off the ground. Taking all this in, you wouldn't think that Baily would be physcially able to jump off my dad's truck. This leads me to conclude that he took her out of the car and probably didn't even stop her from running away. From this alone I'm not talking for him for years. Finally, my friend's parents got to my house and the mom, ya know, hugged me and such. Then I realized that the back door was open, which made me cry even more because I thought that some of our 4 cats could've dissappeared. And that's all I need. My dog to be gone and my cats along with her. Couldn't be better.
So yeah, everything worked out. Though I remember the last time my dad did this I was crying and my mom and I agreed that that was the LAST time he would ever make me cry... and look what happens? Now I don't even care if he gets wasted every night because the only reason he wasn't doing that was because he had visitation rights with me and that was one of the things he couldn't do. Well now he'll probably have no visitation rights anymore so what's holding him back?
I really do hope he reads this one day and finds out what a bastard he really is.
Anyways. Yesterday sucked. If you look down to my posts around July, you'll notice I talk about my dad coming to our house drunk and whatnot. Well he did that again. Only sober. But it was very agressive and crazy. He wanted me to go up to Pennsylvania to be with his mom since she's going into surgery. He even told me she was dying. Fact is, she's not dying -- she'd doing fine. But he went all nutzoid and yelled at me to pack and get in the car. For the past few nights I've been staying at a friend's house since the tension with my dad was at it's brinking point.. and obviously now it's exceeded that.
So anywho, I got scared when he took my dog out of the house and pushed her into his car. No leash, no collar. I began crying. Then I locked myself in my mom's room and called my mom (she's recovering from surgery in Pittsburgh) and she told me to call 911. Which I did.
Inbetween calling my mom, crying hysterically, and waiting for the police, I later found out that Baily escaped. How the hell does that happen when she's supposed to be in a car? Let's factor this out: 1) Baily is a fat, 50 gallon barrel type of dog. 2) My dad's truck is high up off the ground. Taking all this in, you wouldn't think that Baily would be physcially able to jump off my dad's truck. This leads me to conclude that he took her out of the car and probably didn't even stop her from running away. From this alone I'm not talking for him for years. Finally, my friend's parents got to my house and the mom, ya know, hugged me and such. Then I realized that the back door was open, which made me cry even more because I thought that some of our 4 cats could've dissappeared. And that's all I need. My dog to be gone and my cats along with her. Couldn't be better.
So yeah, everything worked out. Though I remember the last time my dad did this I was crying and my mom and I agreed that that was the LAST time he would ever make me cry... and look what happens? Now I don't even care if he gets wasted every night because the only reason he wasn't doing that was because he had visitation rights with me and that was one of the things he couldn't do. Well now he'll probably have no visitation rights anymore so what's holding him back?
I really do hope he reads this one day and finds out what a bastard he really is.
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