First off, I’m pissed at all of my family to some extent for some reason at this time, and I will kind of get into why here.

So I enjoy perusing through shelter sites to see what kind of dogs they have. I know I can’t really afford it right now, but I liked looking for the future. Well, this past week I was looking in the humane society page and there he was. Possibly the most perfect dog for me without being my perfect dog. His name was Pegasus, and he was an Australian Shepherd (my dream dog) and Rottie mix. His face looked mostly Rottie, but he had a blue stripe in the middle of his face, and his body looked like a blue merle Aussie, and he’s fluffy like an Aussie. I sent a picture to my mom and grandma, because I thought he was so cute. Well, turns out my mom found my graduation present. The next day she sends me a picture of her holding him. She adopted him for me, she got me a fucking puppy for my graduation present! I still have a few more weeks until I move back up there so I haven’t seen him yet, but my parents are bringing him down after he gets his shots on Tuesday. He and his siblings got taken quickly, when she went to get him one of his brothers was being looked at, and his only sister got taken that day too within two days of being there. He had barely been neutered and hadn’t got a chance to get his first vaccinations, so they have to carry him everywhere for now. I checked the page again today and his last two brothers were taken. They were all cute, but he was so unique looking.

I asked my mom if it was really okay because I wouldn’t be able to help out too much with him financially until I get a job, which hopefully will be soon. But she said it was her decision to get him for me and she knew I would take care of him, which obviously I will.

Then we get to my brother. My fucking brother. I silently laugh because I know he’ll be stuck as he is for the rest of his life, working in fast food, although not living with my parents now. Why? Because apparently he was jealous that my parents got me a puppy, so he and his girlfriend who he moved in to the house in like August or September went and adopted a dog, a 2 year old coonhound who is super hyper. My parents were really angry and he told them that it would only be for a month, because apparently they’re getting an apartment. Hah, good luck with that. He’s only 20 but his credit sucks ass, because he sucks at managing money. He had his first bank account closed on him because he kept overdrawing. He was always late on credit card payments, and he defaulted on his student loans, which wasn’t even 2k. Not to mention that money he stole from me last year (for which he should be in jail. I think everyone would be happier if he was). I doubt his girlfriend, who he hasn’t been with for even a year, has that great of credit. They both just blow their money left and right. His room looks like a damn game room, with multiple consoles and a ridiculous sound system. But back to the dog. I guess my parents hear nothing but him and his girlfriend telling it to be quiet or trying to calm down, and last night they let it out of the room because it was tearing stuff apart. And today it was overstimulating poor Pegasus and wouldn’t leave him alone. When his girlfriend finally took it back in the room my poor puppy was able to sleep. My mom said that they bought it a kennel, but it’s WAY too small, dog can’t even stand up in it. My brother the cheapskate when it comes to anything that isn’t for him or his girlfriend probably bought the cheapest one he could get. And the thing is that he already had a dog, which pisses me off more. He begged my parents to let him get Zoe when he was in high school and they let him have her. Well, just like my cousin and her dog, he had the honeymoon period when she was a puppy puppy, and then she grew up and he ignored her. That was actually his reasoning for getting a hyper active dog that’s already been turned in twice, because Zoe isn’t really his dog anymore. That was HIS damn fault, nobody else. HE chose to ignore her. She’s barely ever allowed in his room because his girlfriend gets jealous. When he gets back from work he just walks right past her even though she greets him, goes into his room and closes the door. He also has a cat, but he never pays any attention to her either.

I have two cats that have been living with me in my apartment for three years. I take care of them. I keep to their feeding schedule, I clean their litter, I play with them and get forced to lay on the couch for hours at a time because they want to take a nap on me. I’m more than willing to do take care of my puppy. I’m ready to train him to be well behaved, to walk him as much as need be since Aussie’s are an energetic breed, to clean up after him, and when I get a job to pay for what he needs.

Funny thing about him. He’s pretty smart I guess, because he’s only had to accidents inside and usually goes to the door and whimpers when he needs to go to the bathroom. But I heard from my mom that the first night he followed Zoe into my brother’s room and peed and shit in there. Good, he didn’t need to be in there anyway. It’s only a matter of time until my brother and his girlfriend get sick of the dog, but they won’t be pawning it off on my parents, or so my mother says. My dad gave them 30 days to either get rid of the dog or move out. I don’t think he should have the right to say that because he’s been unemployed for ages and isn’t paying for anything in the house, but I’ve been saying they need to move out. Supposedly she moved in there because (not sure if I mentioned this before?) her mother disowned her for moving into a dorm for college, and then she couldn’t stay at the dorm because her roommate wasn’t there very often and she couldn’t sleep in there by herself. But she’s been on speaking terms with her mother for awhile, at least since Thanksgiving, so I don’t see why they don’t move over there. She can deal with their shit.

Seriously though, fuck him. I laugh. My father’s pride and joy when we were growing up while he treated me like complete shit. Well, look at us now, all grown up. What have I accomplished in the past year? I’ve lost 30 pounds, and am about to graduate from college and hopefully get a good paying job in my field. What has he done? Dropped out of community college, got promoted at his fast food job only to be demoted again, moved his girlfriend into his tiny room at my parents’ house, gained about 20 pounds and gotten more tattoos (he said he was going to stop at a half sleeve because they can’t show at work, but he just got one on his forearm) and bigger gauges, and because of that he’ll be stuck in a dead end job for the rest of his life. He lives without thinking about consequences, and as a result his car, which my parents have been telling him for MONTHS needs to be fixed, is going to give out at any time, and my family said they’re done helping him out. We’ll see about that.

See, they should have let me send him to prison for stealing and committing identity fraud. It would have been easier on everyone, but they’re suffering. I wish they would figure out I tend to be right. Except with my March Madness bracket. Damn West region really fucked me up, and I did not see FGCU going that far. I can’t wait until CBB starts again. I might go to see a Mercury game this summer though, with Brittney Griner they’re going to be ridiculous.

I don’t know if I’ve ever explained any of this, so before I go into what should be a really short post, I’ll give some background info. For TLDR, skip the huge paragraph.

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