"To shoot a white arrow"
Gods, I hate my parents sometimes.
Perhaps some of you remember that I've been pushing them to get another dog, because it's very lonely here and we all miss having one? They have finally stopped saying no all the time. Then I found the breed called a longcoated white alsatian (german shepherd for americans) and really fell in love with that breed. I even found some puppies that had been born a few weeks back and would soon be ready. The argument? Way too expensive. Now, I know that 8500kr. for a puppy is a lot of money, but my dad thinks everything above 500kr. is too expensive. I offered to help pay, but no. Another argument against them were that puppies take a lot of training and my father didn't want to do that, since he's convinced only he will be doing all that.
Then I found a pup called Balou, who was a very pretty, very sweet-looking 5 months old white alsatian. He had been sent back to the breeder because the owner's situation had changed and was looking for a new home.
Now here, I thought, was a pup who was still not that old and could be "shaped" like my father wants to, but it was old enough for it to have stopped shitting everywhere and all that other stuff. Also, you'd only have to pay 4000kr. for him. A perfect dog with all the qualities they wanted, I thought. WRONG!
My mom promised to call them so that we at least could come and see him (it took a lot of pestering on my part, mind). Then she fucking dallied for bloody two weeks until finally doing it yesterday. After 2 weeks! Did she really think a dog like that would still be there after 2 weeks? Honestly, I think it was sorta done on purpose. They often to that to get off having to do something while seeking not to offend me. Dawdling the time until it's way too late.
I...don't care anymore. They can find whatever bloody dog they like. My dad only wants a blasted labrador and ignores everything else, one way or the other.
I...really had my heart set on that dog. He was so sweet.
Sorry...I can't seem to stop crying right now. It's given me a headache, so I'll stop writing now.
I have to apologize for the title. It's a direct translation of part of a danish idiom I can't find a proper english one for and it just fits the bill.
Perhaps some of you remember that I've been pushing them to get another dog, because it's very lonely here and we all miss having one? They have finally stopped saying no all the time. Then I found the breed called a longcoated white alsatian (german shepherd for americans) and really fell in love with that breed. I even found some puppies that had been born a few weeks back and would soon be ready. The argument? Way too expensive. Now, I know that 8500kr. for a puppy is a lot of money, but my dad thinks everything above 500kr. is too expensive. I offered to help pay, but no. Another argument against them were that puppies take a lot of training and my father didn't want to do that, since he's convinced only he will be doing all that.
Then I found a pup called Balou, who was a very pretty, very sweet-looking 5 months old white alsatian. He had been sent back to the breeder because the owner's situation had changed and was looking for a new home.
Now here, I thought, was a pup who was still not that old and could be "shaped" like my father wants to, but it was old enough for it to have stopped shitting everywhere and all that other stuff. Also, you'd only have to pay 4000kr. for him. A perfect dog with all the qualities they wanted, I thought. WRONG!
My mom promised to call them so that we at least could come and see him (it took a lot of pestering on my part, mind). Then she fucking dallied for bloody two weeks until finally doing it yesterday. After 2 weeks! Did she really think a dog like that would still be there after 2 weeks? Honestly, I think it was sorta done on purpose. They often to that to get off having to do something while seeking not to offend me. Dawdling the time until it's way too late.
I...don't care anymore. They can find whatever bloody dog they like. My dad only wants a blasted labrador and ignores everything else, one way or the other.
I...really had my heart set on that dog. He was so sweet.
Sorry...I can't seem to stop crying right now. It's given me a headache, so I'll stop writing now.
I have to apologize for the title. It's a direct translation of part of a danish idiom I can't find a proper english one for and it just fits the bill.