It is 12:01 pm where I am right now.
I went to apply for assistance yesterday, I think I have a good chance but I am still really worried about it though.
I have a dog named Gunner, he is a yellow lab and he is also the baddest dog ever! If you have read Marley and Me well this guy is a whole lot worse. He is three years old and we are just being able to let him out of the Kennel, still he is not allowed to roam the house when no one is home. He either goes to Doggy Day Care or he is blocked into the kitchen, only being able to go out on the deck.
We have two baby gates, one that goes across the front door and the other is downstairs by the laundry room. If the gate downstairs isn't up then he will bring up a piece of clothing and start to destroy it. Getting the piece of clothing back from him is damn near impossible, he jumps over the couch, runs outside or wet noodles. The only thing that really works is when you go after him with the baby gate, cause in his eyes those baby gates are magical and not able to be touched.
Yours truly, Simply 17
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Thursday, July 16, 2009
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Simba
It is 4:31 pm where I am right now.
I can’t remember a whole lot about my child hood, but what I do remember I wish I could erase from my mind. The things I can’t stop dreaming about at night.
When I was little my father had come home with the fluffiest, cutest and absolutely most adorable dog ever. I named her Simba, after the lion king. She was MY dog and I loved her, I walked her every day, I fed her every night and she was my family. My mother and father broke up, leaving my mother with a house she couldn’t afford and a lot of debt, so we moved into a duplex leaving Simba in the old house while it sold. Slowly my mother stopped giving me money to buy dog food; she refused to spend her little money on the dog that had been such a big part of our life. It is like she viewed Simba as a product of my father and she just wanted to leave that dog alone in the house, shitting itself and starving to death. I started stealing from my mother, 20 dollars a month; I would bike 5 km to the nearest grocery store and buy dog food for Simba. Eventually though, she got sick and I wasn’t able to steal the money to get her better, I told my mother and three days later WITHOUT telling me, she got her put down.
I hate my mother to this date, she did something that I don’t think a person with a conscience could do.
Yours truly, Simply 17
I can’t remember a whole lot about my child hood, but what I do remember I wish I could erase from my mind. The things I can’t stop dreaming about at night.
When I was little my father had come home with the fluffiest, cutest and absolutely most adorable dog ever. I named her Simba, after the lion king. She was MY dog and I loved her, I walked her every day, I fed her every night and she was my family. My mother and father broke up, leaving my mother with a house she couldn’t afford and a lot of debt, so we moved into a duplex leaving Simba in the old house while it sold. Slowly my mother stopped giving me money to buy dog food; she refused to spend her little money on the dog that had been such a big part of our life. It is like she viewed Simba as a product of my father and she just wanted to leave that dog alone in the house, shitting itself and starving to death. I started stealing from my mother, 20 dollars a month; I would bike 5 km to the nearest grocery store and buy dog food for Simba. Eventually though, she got sick and I wasn’t able to steal the money to get her better, I told my mother and three days later WITHOUT telling me, she got her put down.
I hate my mother to this date, she did something that I don’t think a person with a conscience could do.
Yours truly, Simply 17
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