Good news and bad news...
I hate giving bad news without at least having some good news to cushion it, so I waited before posting this.
My grandma’s dog is getting old. She’s going to have her put down within a fortnight, because she’s really not doing well. T___T We went over my grandma’s house on the first (which was already a long day to begin with) and that’s when she told us. Calmly. And instructed us to keep an eye on her while she went to the bank, and help her up if she needs it.
Sheba couldn’t possibly be older than my mom’s dog, Princess, and she might be slightly older than Tony, Princess’s son. I know both of them are fairly old, but they seem to be doing pretty well. They’re all the same breed (white German Shepard), so either my memory’s getting old, or dogs just age differently.
I remember grandma got her when Coco was just past being a toddler, Coco was maybe five or six? There’s a picture of Puppy!Sheba and Coco (back when she was evil) standing on grandma’s front porch, somewhere around here…I remember when Ari (Dot’s big sister) was a baby, and nearly as soon as she could walk, she started terrorizing Sheba XD. She’d run up and hit her, think twice about it, then turn around again and hug her. Sheba was so benevolent, she’d just sit there and take it all. XD
Grandma spoiled that dog, but she was still sweet. She used to eat ice cubes, I remember. Grandma had a bird, a dove named Sweet Pea. Now, I was glad to see that bastard drop dead a few years ago, and if you knew Sweet Pea, you’d be glad too. Nobody fucked with Sweet Pea; Sweet Pea fucked with you. From a cage. He was in a cage ~ and still managed to mess with people. >__<
Also, the timing’s really bad, since my grandma just celebrated her 74th birthday. :\ I’m worried about her, too. She’s too old for a puppy, and I don’t know if she’d like a cat. Me and Coco, and later me and mom, discussed maybe getting her a trained dog, or a small dog. (Okay, 여우 비 just came on my ipod, and it’s making this harder…T___T) When we were over there, I could see she was in a lot of pain, and grandma was doing it because she didn’t want Sheba to suffer. While grandma went to the bank, me and Coco let her out to go to the bathroom. She took a little longer than usual, so I went to check. She was sitting in the middle of the yard, calmly, as if to say, “I don’t want to be a bother, but I just need a little help.” So I helped her up and she walked towards the door. But there’s this small step in order to get back in the house. She tried to get up there by herself, and she just…couldn’t. I had to pick her up to get her in the house, and it completely broke my heart that I had to do it. It’s lucky that she wasn’t any bigger of a dog, or lucky that I wasn’t any smaller, or I wouldn’t have been able to pick her up.
GOOD NEWS.
Coco, Coco’s dad T, and Auntie Von are temporarily living with us! Because they’re moving from their crappy apartment to a cute little house that is just PERFECT for them. Having Coco as a roomie really isn’t a problem, since we usually spend most of the summer together anyway. And the thing about my people, that’s different from the freeloaders we had a few months ago, my people pull their own weight. So I know that I won’t be the only one responsible for cleaning up or doing the dishes. And their will be lots of loltimes to be had since we get along so well and we’re hilarious. Did I just say that? XDD
When I hear about dysfunctional families, it confounds me, because my own family gets along alarmingly well. I mean, we’re not like the Brady Bunch or anything, but we get along nicely. Not to say that we don’t have somewhat of a black sheep, (Nicey, but that’s only because of the way she treats her children.) but she‘s not even like, ostracized or anything. She‘s still invited to stuff, we still talk to her and see her, we just don‘t approve of how she treats her kids. So…she‘s not really a black sheep at all. Never mind.
Me and Coco used to argue like two old guys on a cruise ship over a game of shuffleboard. Never came to blows, but we did use to rile each other up quite a bit. That was when we were little. Now that we’re older, we get along great. I think the main reason we get along so well, is that we understand each other so well, and therefore have naturally found a nearly perfect balance. When we get together, we’ll laugh, talk, and play for a few hours, then afterwards, we’ll unconsciously drift apart. One of us will go into another room to watch TV, or do something on our laptop, or something else that doesn’t involve the other. Then after some hours, we’ll gravitate back towards each other and do something else together, like relaxing and reading. Even when we’re confined to the same room this works. I’ll go to one corner and work on a craft project, while she reads fanfiiction in another corner. We can sit here and not even need to say anything for hours, then one of us breaks the silence with a comment or funny joke. Even now, we’re both lying on my bed, in a comfortable silence…oh, she’s watching TV. We haven’t said anything since, “Good Morning~ 8D”. Then of course there’s all that non-verbal communication, and finishing each other’s sentences and crap like that. And we can’t even stay mad at each other for more than five minutes, probably because neither of us can remember to stay angry.
My grandma’s dog is getting old. She’s going to have her put down within a fortnight, because she’s really not doing well. T___T We went over my grandma’s house on the first (which was already a long day to begin with) and that’s when she told us. Calmly. And instructed us to keep an eye on her while she went to the bank, and help her up if she needs it.
Sheba couldn’t possibly be older than my mom’s dog, Princess, and she might be slightly older than Tony, Princess’s son. I know both of them are fairly old, but they seem to be doing pretty well. They’re all the same breed (white German Shepard), so either my memory’s getting old, or dogs just age differently.
I remember grandma got her when Coco was just past being a toddler, Coco was maybe five or six? There’s a picture of Puppy!Sheba and Coco (back when she was evil) standing on grandma’s front porch, somewhere around here…I remember when Ari (Dot’s big sister) was a baby, and nearly as soon as she could walk, she started terrorizing Sheba XD. She’d run up and hit her, think twice about it, then turn around again and hug her. Sheba was so benevolent, she’d just sit there and take it all. XD
Grandma spoiled that dog, but she was still sweet. She used to eat ice cubes, I remember. Grandma had a bird, a dove named Sweet Pea. Now, I was glad to see that bastard drop dead a few years ago, and if you knew Sweet Pea, you’d be glad too. Nobody fucked with Sweet Pea; Sweet Pea fucked with you. From a cage. He was in a cage ~ and still managed to mess with people. >__<
Also, the timing’s really bad, since my grandma just celebrated her 74th birthday. :\ I’m worried about her, too. She’s too old for a puppy, and I don’t know if she’d like a cat. Me and Coco, and later me and mom, discussed maybe getting her a trained dog, or a small dog. (Okay, 여우 비 just came on my ipod, and it’s making this harder…T___T) When we were over there, I could see she was in a lot of pain, and grandma was doing it because she didn’t want Sheba to suffer. While grandma went to the bank, me and Coco let her out to go to the bathroom. She took a little longer than usual, so I went to check. She was sitting in the middle of the yard, calmly, as if to say, “I don’t want to be a bother, but I just need a little help.” So I helped her up and she walked towards the door. But there’s this small step in order to get back in the house. She tried to get up there by herself, and she just…couldn’t. I had to pick her up to get her in the house, and it completely broke my heart that I had to do it. It’s lucky that she wasn’t any bigger of a dog, or lucky that I wasn’t any smaller, or I wouldn’t have been able to pick her up.
GOOD NEWS.
Coco, Coco’s dad T, and Auntie Von are temporarily living with us! Because they’re moving from their crappy apartment to a cute little house that is just PERFECT for them. Having Coco as a roomie really isn’t a problem, since we usually spend most of the summer together anyway. And the thing about my people, that’s different from the freeloaders we had a few months ago, my people pull their own weight. So I know that I won’t be the only one responsible for cleaning up or doing the dishes. And their will be lots of loltimes to be had since we get along so well and we’re hilarious. Did I just say that? XDD
When I hear about dysfunctional families, it confounds me, because my own family gets along alarmingly well. I mean, we’re not like the Brady Bunch or anything, but we get along nicely. Not to say that we don’t have somewhat of a black sheep, (Nicey, but that’s only because of the way she treats her children.) but she‘s not even like, ostracized or anything. She‘s still invited to stuff, we still talk to her and see her, we just don‘t approve of how she treats her kids. So…she‘s not really a black sheep at all. Never mind.
Me and Coco used to argue like two old guys on a cruise ship over a game of shuffleboard. Never came to blows, but we did use to rile each other up quite a bit. That was when we were little. Now that we’re older, we get along great. I think the main reason we get along so well, is that we understand each other so well, and therefore have naturally found a nearly perfect balance. When we get together, we’ll laugh, talk, and play for a few hours, then afterwards, we’ll unconsciously drift apart. One of us will go into another room to watch TV, or do something on our laptop, or something else that doesn’t involve the other. Then after some hours, we’ll gravitate back towards each other and do something else together, like relaxing and reading. Even when we’re confined to the same room this works. I’ll go to one corner and work on a craft project, while she reads fanfiiction in another corner. We can sit here and not even need to say anything for hours, then one of us breaks the silence with a comment or funny joke. Even now, we’re both lying on my bed, in a comfortable silence…oh, she’s watching TV. We haven’t said anything since, “Good Morning~ 8D”. Then of course there’s all that non-verbal communication, and finishing each other’s sentences and crap like that. And we can’t even stay mad at each other for more than five minutes, probably because neither of us can remember to stay angry.