.................but it wouldnt help. FORGET living in las crusas. much too close to my parents.
here is the new drama.
awhile back, my sister thought it would be a great idea to get my parents a dog. so she found tztsh tsu. my parents spoiled it rotten. human food, cooked for it, let it run the show. the dog blew up into a jabbathehutt. it is easily the fattest dog i have ever seen in my life. when i pick it up, the fat forms around my hand like a tempurpedic mattress. we begged for them to stop with the treats. the dog is maybe 7, and just got diagnosed with diabetes. my parents need to give it insulin shots! DAILY! they are on a VERY fixed income. they wont tell my brother how much money this is going to cost.
i will end up footing bill. i know it. my parents killed the poor thing by interpreting what they thought was love. i am super annoyed right now.
part of me wants to let them crash and burn a bit. when did it switch over from parents being the smart ones, and them turning into stubborn people?
anyone know what kind of cash outlay we are looking at? i should have kidnapped the little fat effer.