My mom got rid of Mouse this past Friday. I had a feeling it would happen, but I didn’t think she would actually do it. It was like, as soon as she got Lily, Mouse and Zoey were awful dogs, and they needed to go. Well, Zoey’s my stepdad’s baby girl, so that means that everything got blamed on me and Mouse. He suddenly became a misbehaved, untrained dog that wouldn’t listen to anyone…which is partially true. He was very attached to me, so I was really the only one he obeyed.
One of Mom’s arguments was that Mouse was “just too big,” and that he “needs more space to run around in”. Well, why didn’t you think about that when you brought home a St. Bermastiff for me?!
So, yeah, this weekend sucked. I really miss Mouse… :/