Tuesday, September 18, 2007
One More Dog Down
Rascal has to go. It urinated on the floor of the living room again. As usual, my dad locked it in the kitchen. As usual, it barked like nobody's business. As usual, my dad caned it to shut it up. As usual, it refused to shut up as long as it remained locked up. It is simple. It is a vicious cycle. My dad didn't understand it. He blew up. I sped home and took Rascal out of the house. I kept it in my car. Should I put it to sleep? If not, who wants to keep it?