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Ok, So around 5:00 this afternoon, My step-dad entered my room and demanded I wash the moldy dishes that my lil sister emptied into a bucket to take outside. Complaining loudly, I waltzed into the kitchen and began to scrub the nasty dishes.
As I was doing the dishes, my dad toke our 8-month-old husky outside to walk him. I ignored it and complained quietly to myself as I scrubbed the moldy bowls. Groaning quietly at the raunchy stench coming from the dishes, I ignored the sound of things clattering in the living room.
Suddenly, my little sister came running to me holding the dog's leash and collar. Apparently, he slipped out of his collar and began to run around chasing one of the baby cows in the pasture. After a few more minutes, and a couple more complaints passed by, My older sister awoke from her nap and ran into the kitchen. Talking to her quietly, my dad entered the house, bitching loudly. I heard a thump, but thought nothing of it, until my little sister came back into the kitchen and was yelling at us that my dad had shot the dog in his hind leg, arse area. My dad hollered at my little sister to get my mom on the phone and tell her to take her damn dog to the vet.
Naturally, my little sister toke the phone and entered Panic mode. I was expecting to see blood trailing into the kitchen, or my sister to have blood all over her from the dog. Not even thinking about it, I continued to complain to my older sister about having to do the dishes.
later after my mom got home, I exited my bedroom which I had entered after looking at the dog and sighing loudly. My mother was in the kitchen, on the floor, and my dad was in his computer chair holding the dog still. My mother was spraying a purple substance on the dogs wounds. The purple substance, is kind of like a animal antiseptic. So now, instead of having a shaved white and red husky, we have a shaved spotted purple husky. Only to add that to our purple legged calico in which my dad ran over on his buggy because she wouldn't get out of the way fast enough. pretty soon, we will have an arsenal of purple pets at our disposal.
Tomorrow, My mother has made it her sworn duty to take the dog to the vet. Personally his wound is not as bad as I thought, but the pebbles that he was hit with are still lodged into his leg, and he is in his "Room"(pin) whining. However, I'll inform you all that he will live most likely, and he wasn't bleeding that badly. Also in my dad's defense, he wasn't wearing his glasses, and he was not aiming for the dog, but above him. The man does need to wear his glasses more often.
Thank you and that's all.
 Sinful Fool · Thu Aug 06, 2009 @ 08:03am · 0 Comments |
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