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Nov. 21st, 2006 02:07 pmHuh. I never wake up past afternoon.
So. I haven't told you earlier, but a long time ago, something awful happened to my dog Amanda. She and Freddie were taken to this groomer, and while Freddie was fine, Amanda was basically SHEARED. Sheared to the point where she looked almost bald. Nothing to worry about, right? Apparently, she started getting in a lot of pain and was constantly licking her tail--to the point where it became a neurosis and it's all nasty and red and such. (The vet even said something like if this continues, she'll go all the way to the bone.) She's been wearing this cone on her head to prevent from going after her tail, so now recently she's been going after her legs and such. Dad, of course, sued the groomer and demanded the money back--every cent was returned. Since then, Amanda's being put on sedatives to calm her down and steroids to help her heal the red spots on her body so her fur could have time to grow back.
Last night started innocently. I was going to bed, and basically going to pet/cuddle the dogs like I normally do. When I got to Amanda, she just lashed at me--snarled and bit me on the mouth. It didn't bleed or anything, but it really hurt--Dad was yelling and hitting her, locking her in the bathroom after that. Went and told Dad that I probably did this to her--that I was cold and bitter, and therefore, SHE became cold and bitter. (Pets reflect the owner, eh?) Dad said I had nothing to do with Amanda and that I didn't do anything wrong--that she was just having a hard time and therefore wasn't her usual self. Now I'm told by my mom that like steroids make athletes aggressive, the same thing has happened to Amanda.
I feel I shatter so goddamn easily. At most, I could've been surprised that Amanda bit me, then brush it off like nothing happened. But no. I just sit and cry. And cried about it in bed. (Popped up "Super Mario Deluxe" to help me sleep though, and sure enough, my Gameboy SP still worked. I flipped through all the extra stuff I stored in the game those few years ago, and even did a quick game of Mario Bros. (Via Warp Zones: World 4, then World 8)). And I'm still crying about it. I'm just afraid to go near my dog now, in fear we'll probably hurt ourselves again. I'm such a friggin' wuss. Sometimes I wonder if I'm just too sensitive for my own good... it's probably no wonder I get hurt so easily by what others say on the Internet.
So. I haven't told you earlier, but a long time ago, something awful happened to my dog Amanda. She and Freddie were taken to this groomer, and while Freddie was fine, Amanda was basically SHEARED. Sheared to the point where she looked almost bald. Nothing to worry about, right? Apparently, she started getting in a lot of pain and was constantly licking her tail--to the point where it became a neurosis and it's all nasty and red and such. (The vet even said something like if this continues, she'll go all the way to the bone.) She's been wearing this cone on her head to prevent from going after her tail, so now recently she's been going after her legs and such. Dad, of course, sued the groomer and demanded the money back--every cent was returned. Since then, Amanda's being put on sedatives to calm her down and steroids to help her heal the red spots on her body so her fur could have time to grow back.
Last night started innocently. I was going to bed, and basically going to pet/cuddle the dogs like I normally do. When I got to Amanda, she just lashed at me--snarled and bit me on the mouth. It didn't bleed or anything, but it really hurt--Dad was yelling and hitting her, locking her in the bathroom after that. Went and told Dad that I probably did this to her--that I was cold and bitter, and therefore, SHE became cold and bitter. (Pets reflect the owner, eh?) Dad said I had nothing to do with Amanda and that I didn't do anything wrong--that she was just having a hard time and therefore wasn't her usual self. Now I'm told by my mom that like steroids make athletes aggressive, the same thing has happened to Amanda.
I feel I shatter so goddamn easily. At most, I could've been surprised that Amanda bit me, then brush it off like nothing happened. But no. I just sit and cry. And cried about it in bed. (Popped up "Super Mario Deluxe" to help me sleep though, and sure enough, my Gameboy SP still worked. I flipped through all the extra stuff I stored in the game those few years ago, and even did a quick game of Mario Bros. (Via Warp Zones: World 4, then World 8)). And I'm still crying about it. I'm just afraid to go near my dog now, in fear we'll probably hurt ourselves again. I'm such a friggin' wuss. Sometimes I wonder if I'm just too sensitive for my own good... it's probably no wonder I get hurt so easily by what others say on the Internet.
