♥Enough Is Enough
posted on Wednesday, April 18, 2007.
Okay... the puppy must go. Today i went to my moms house. Usually when i go to my moms i bring Stella so that she can play with my moms dog. They play and play until its time to go. I start getting ready to leave and i remember the puppy, now i am not leaving this puppy in my house when i leave... and i don't have the heart to make him stay all by himself in the backyard while i take Stella to go play. I decide to take the little shit with me. I put him in a carrying crate for the trip because i don't want him to shit or piss in my car, because then I'd have to choke him to death. So the crate it is. Of course Stella gets to ride in the backseat next to Vincent (behind the passenger seat), because she is a good girl. She just sits like a little human in the seat and doesn't move or try to walk around or anything, just sits there and looks around. The whole ride there the puppy was in the crate in the backseat behind me and he whined and whined ... or should i say screamed. I yelled at him a couple of times "you want me to turn this car around, i will take you back home!" and he didn't care he still screamed the whole way there. When we get there and all the dogs run around and play and have tons of fun. I go to leave and in the crate the puppy goes... my sister rode with us because i needed to drop her back off at her dads on the way home. Half way there she takes the puppy out of the crate because he wouldn't shut up. When i get to my Step dads i grab the crate from the back and set it upfront and put the pup in it. He starts whining immediately. Grrrr. i start rocking the crate, you know, like you do when you rock a baby in their infant seat when they are crying. When i realized what i was doing, i decided then... that enough was enough, the puppy has to go. I don't want another infant right now and that is exactly what he is. I didn't realized he would be so so needy. Stella was never that way, sure she wanted to be in your lap and all, but i never felt like she was an infant. And she certainly didn't need tending to like an infant. I will find the puppy a new home.
// x0x0- callmealunatic
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