Tinkerbell
So, a month and a half ago my sister began bitching about wanting a dog, so my mom got one. (Despite my protests of, "Please don't get one because I'm going to wind up taking care of it!") She's a little weenie dog named Tinkerbell and she's around 3-4 months old. That guy, Phil, was living with my mom and was taking care of the dog. So, he left her like last week. I went home yesterday with René and I asked my mom where the dog was and she said it was outside. It was outside; locked in it's kennel, and had been for several hours without any source of water and food. Apparently, she's been doing this every day since Phil left... Anyway, so today I took Tink to Baton Rouge with me and I'm going to try my damnedest to take good care of her, but I don't think I can do it alone. Good thing Corey and Addie are around.
I am never going to lock her in her kennel unless we're traveling. Never.
I'm just a little pissed that I have another responsibility besides myself that I didn't sign up for, but that seems to be a growing trend with my mom.
(P.S. I spent the weekend with René and it was incredible.)
I am never going to lock her in her kennel unless we're traveling. Never.
I'm just a little pissed that I have another responsibility besides myself that I didn't sign up for, but that seems to be a growing trend with my mom.
(P.S. I spent the weekend with René and it was incredible.)