The worst night of my life... by far.
Last night, Superbowl Sunday, supposed to be fun?? Well, Ashley, my mom and I are watching the Superbowl and Beamer ((my old dog)) is laying on my lap sleeping... OUT OF NO WHERE Spunky starts growling at Beamer, which means that Spunky wants to fight... Well, if you grab Spunky's mouth, he just stops growling and he settles down... So I did that. And then, Spunky flips out, and attacks Beamer. Beamer was crying, and it was loud. Spunky has to be a schizophrenic ((sp?)). He just stopped... He had Beamer pinned on the couch, crying, and Spunky was just attacking him... It was bad... Well afterwards, Beamer won't put his front leg down... Come to find out, Spunky dug his teeth right into Beamer's leg... I was crying... Then, my mom told me that we have to put Spunky to sleep... I don't want to do that, but, I don't want him attacking Beamer anymore either... I don't know what to do. Then, my mom was just like, we'll take him to the Humane Society... Honestly, who would want a dog whose head is a hell of a lot smaller than his body? No one... No one can love him like we have loved him... He just needs some help... I don't know what to do... I don't know how to handle this... It was just a really bad night last night... and I don't know how to handle this...
.me.