With that post title it sounds like I broke up with my girlfriend, but not at all, she’s a keeper! I’m talking about my dad’s and brother’s dog, named Tip, Crystal, or Sasha(that’s the name that I gave her). I kept on going back and forth with my decision. I thought of the positives and cons of taking care of a pet that would only give love and affection, while I was living on my own.
Why did I want a dog in the first place?
I felt that my father and brother weren’t taking care of the dog or didn’t give her enough attention. My dad would come home, relax on the couch, drink alittle, and then proceed to watch television for the rest of the day. My brother was even worse; he would go to school to please my parents and would play atleast 10 hours a day of Warcraft on his computer. My mother doesn’t care for the dog because she doesn’t like pets. So little Tip, by my brother and Crysta,l by my dad would roam the big old house with no attention or affection. Where she would find places to piss and shit, lay down and be bored out of her mind, dodge my mom because of her negative attitude toward her, and get a minute or two of petting and looked at from the men of the house. So me living by myself thought that I could provide her with a better home.
