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so this morning my stepdad called me and told me he had bad news. now, automatically my heart dropped, because bad news isn't usually just bad news. luckily, it was distressing news, but not too bad in my case. he told me he was going to put Beamer, the bearded collie that resides at my house, to sleep. apparently, earlier today beamer bit my aunt carol, his siter. beamer's not exactly the nicest dog. before my stepdad adopted him he was with really abusive owners so i guess i can't blame the dog for having issues. i don't really care. beamer isn't my dog, i didn't even like beamer. he barked at everything and i was constantly afraid of him biting me. now nelly, if he ever called me to tell me he was putting nelly to sleep, i'd freak out. for anyone whose lost on the pointless, rambling entry, nelly is my dog. but then again, i wouldn't ever have to worry about that because nelly would never bite anyone. everyone loves nelly, she's cuter, and she never barks. nelly is kind of like the jenna of our family, and i guess beamer is kind of like the kevin of our family. he's not nice, and he hurts people, and he has major issues. yeah, good analogy, jenna. anyway, i'm sure my mom's probably upset. she just really doesn't like death, whether it's a family member or in a movie, she's never been good with it. i feel really bad for my stepdad. beamer trusted him, and always wanted to be near him. a few weeks ago we were actually joking that beamer is obsessed with him. i asked him if maybe he should just take beamer to a shelter instead of putting him to sleep. he said that another family would face the same problem, the constant worry that beamer will bite a friend or family member of theirs. oh, well. i'm not sure what my opinion is on the subject. i'm sure i have no say in it. oh well, my nelly is still perfect.