chris chan

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My parents said they canceled Niki's appointment to be put down. Apparently I made them feel too bad about it. I'm relieved but I was just starting to be ok with it. I took her for a walk yesterday and she was peeing blood and stopping every few steps to squat (she didn't always pee though). I don't know how long it will be until she does get put down though. I don't imagine it will be more than a couple weeks.
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I phoned the animal hospital and they said it is 177 dollars to test her, including urinalysis. I called the boyfriend to see if he would be willing to take her in to get tested tonight, but he said he is out of town so he doesn't know if he'll be back. So I phoned my dad and told him and hoped he might be ok with the price. He says that he's been taking her to the vet a lot and had her tested. He said the vet said that she is old, and diabetic, and has kidney problems, and that she isn't happy. He said the vet suggested putting her down and my dad has been putting it off for a few weeks because he hasn't found the courage. He said if it was fixable he would fix it. He doesn't want to put her down either.
I asked him if I could go with him to have her put down and he said he's just dropping her off, he's not going in. He said he's not getting her cremated because it would cost too much. This whole thing hurts so much. I don't understand how my parents don't see how much it is hurting me. They don't act like they care and they seem confused as to why it's making me cry so much. I once read a story about a lady who was taking her dog to get put down, and he died on the way, as if he knew how much it was upsetting her. I wish my dog would do that. I'd much rather have her die a natural death than be put down, knowing she lived her life as long as she could. I don't even want to face the world today. I don't know how I'm going to handle work tomorrow.
chris chan

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The whole thing that makes me sick about this whole dog business is that when I was crying in front of my parents they said this was all just part of owning a dog. I think my parents are mentally ill. I hope college goes by quickly so I can get out of here.
I'm calling the vet tomorrow and seeing what I can do. I'm also gonna spend the whole day with her, just in case. It snowed 3 inches this evening and will probably snow more tonight, but I don't care, I'm taking her out on a good long walk because that's what she deserves.
chris chan

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My dog is probably getting put down this friday. If it was up to me I would pay to get her fixed, but my parents are cheap and don't realize that dogs are family. She has some sort of liver problem or something and pees on the floor every night. I'm crying so much. She's my dog and my pal. She's always there when I'm sad and she is so pretty and looks so happy all the time. She doesn't deserve this.
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my parents are being freaking retards.
every morning the small dog scratches at my door to be let in to my bedroom, then we let him in and he sniffs around for a bit, then he wants back out, then back in, then back out, and so on and so forth.
i've wanted it to stop for awhile, so i started ignoring it for a bit, but then my mom would come up and let him into my room anyways. she said it's because she doesn't want him scratching the door. so now the dog is in my room, so when it wants back out, i'm the only one who can let it back out.
both dogs also get mad when people leave the house, and pee or poop on the carpet. and i'm usually the first one home during the day, so i'm usually the one cleaning up their messes.
i'm just sick of it! so i decided today that i'm not going to take it anymore, and i'm going to start training my dogs (mostly the little one, the big one is probably going to die this year. she'll get some training just so it's easier to train the little one, but not as much). i borrowed a dog training book from the store today, and i've read a good chunk of it. before i went to my boyfriend's house today i made a list of some simple changes that my parents are going to have to start doing.
the list consisted of these things:
-the dogs are no longer allowed upstairs because dogs like to be higher up to assert their dominance. this is also where the bedrooms are, and the dogs are no longer allowed in the bedrooms unless invited. they need to learn that our bedrooms are OUR bedrooms and not theirs. to enforce this, we are going to put up a baby gate at the base of the stairs when we are home.
-the dogs need to learn that they are not allowed on the furniture or in the living room unless invited (this has been a problem with the big dog when people aren't home, and a problem with the little dog all of the time, especially when company is here). to enforce this, we are to put up the babygate in front of the laundry room door when nobody is home. if we are home and the dogs are coming in the living room uninvited, shut them in the bathroom until they have been calm for 15 minutes. if they head for the living room again as soon as you let them out, shut them in the bathroom again. it will take time, but they will learn. their reward is freedom.
-all toys have been put in a box which is on the shelf above the bootrack in the laundry room. the toys will be used as rewards from now on. do not let the small dog initiate play with you. the small dog will play when YOU want to play.
-you must ignore all barking and scratching. do not even look at the dog until it has been calm for a little bit. let company know this too. the dogs must learn that calmness will be rewarded.

so, easy enough, right? well when i came home, the baby gate was not on the stairs, there was a toy just sitting on the carpet, and the small dog was on my mom's lap (I can guarantee it was not invited). i explained to them that the dog was not allowed upstairs anymore, and they said that the dog needs to be able to go upstairs because the dog sleeps in their bed. i explained to them why this can't happen anymore, and that i set up a bed for him in the laundry room. they said that he can't sleep in the laundry room because that's the big dog's room. they asked my why i can't just put the babygate in front of my bedroom door to stop rascal from scratching at it, but this isn't just about that. both dogs are very poorly trained, and it's got to change. i begged my parents for cooperation, and they said that they are going away this weekend, and if i can train the small dog to sleep downstairs this weekend, then they will cooperate. this is impossible because i can't teach a dog to sleep downstairs in 3 days when it's slept in my parents bed for 3 years! They're being very unreasonable. They're fine with the way things are because they're not the ones being woken up at 6 am by the dog wanting in and out of their room, and they're not the ones having to clean up messes from perturbed dogs.
i might as well return the book and give my dogs to someone who is actually going to train them if my parents can't care enough to take care of them.
i want to train my dogs, but i think i have to train my parents first.

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chris chan

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Condom sales are 20-30% higher during February. More home pregnancy tests are sold in March than any other month. Stay safe this Valentine's Day.

chris chan

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I feel like the third Olsen sibling that nobody knew about until recently. Or Ozzy Osbourne's third child that nobody knew about because she didn't want to be on the tv show.
I don't believe in god so I don't go to church or to any church functions with my family, so a lot of the people they know rather well don't even know I exist. I got a call from one of my mom's friends, and when I answered the phone she said 'hello is this [my mom's name]?' because I sound a lot like her on the phone I guess. I said 'no this is Brianna' and she said 'oh I must have the wrong number'. If they don't assume I'm my mother, they assume I'm my sister. Which is weird because I'm home more than both of them. I'm like the secret daughter.
chris chan

Guys I had a crazy dream

My dream started off that I was in some sort of culture type thing. There were tens of thousands of people in this culture, and it had it's own religion and method of teaching and all this stuff that I didn't agree with. The leaders of this culture were very very mean and evil and whatever. I wanted to leave, but the only problem was I wasn't allowed and it was very heavily secured. Nobody was allowed to leave ever! So I worked up this plan to sneak out of my room and escape through a hole in the fence and hide in the forest that was across the street from the fence. I managed to do this and when I got to the forest, most of it was taken up by this big house. I went in and nobody was home, so I fell asleep on the couch. When I woke up, the founders of this whole culture thing were there, and apparently this was their house. They claimed to not recognize me though, and they treated me just like a weary traveler who had been passing by, and they invited me to stay for Christmas dinner. I accepted, but then I overheard them talking about taking me back to the culture and punishing me for escaping, so I started to run but there were people blocking me at every exit. Eventually I ran into this one guy (I guess he was an uncle or something) and he was like "I don't like being part of this culture any more than you do" so I said "Come with me!" so he let me escape and we took his car together and drove and drove and drove as far as we could until we hit a tree. The tree was on the property of a house that belonged to two families - one rich white family, and one poor Indian family. They invited us to stay for Christmas dinner while the car was in the shop for repair. The white family serenaded us with music. Then I woke up.