Hello everyone. It is Monday. Thursday, went to local oncologist – some numbers have changed, some in good ways, others in less than positive ways, but it could just be a little blip in my months of blood work, hopefully. Otherwise, my course of treatment is going to get changed. Thursday, when I got home, the area where the blood was drawn was bandaged, and Sheba kept licking that area until I removed it. Friday, she kept licking where the blood was drawn, then kept licking my face. I presume it was to try to make me feel better than my normal Friday ‘blahs’ and then I took a nice nap. Had to take it upstairs to avoid the dog.
So, on Saturday, my dad got rid of Sheba. Her foster dad showed up on Saturday morning randomly and just took her. Nobody from the rescue contacted him and they have no idea how he found out she wasn’t fitting in here. My mom, my brother, and I are annoyed at him and he does not understand why. Right after the guy came, the dog behaviorist called and my dad talked to her and she had no idea why he came or anything like that. My dad was lying to the behaviorist and said that he had been trying it the entire week he was home and that the first day he went back to work, she started barking and growling again. He also lied to my brother and I and told us that she said she thought that would happen. My mom got home a few minutes later from the grocery store and called the behaviorist, she said that all of those things he told us were lies, she would never say that as she is a very direct person, if she thought it wasn’t going to work, she would’ve had to rescue pick her up the day after she came. She asked my mom if he hated dogs, because she could tell he was lying, my mom told her the truth: he was the one who wanted a dog, he was the one who picked her out, and he refused to adapt his schedule even slightly to try to get it to work to make us happy. He kept trying to lie to us the rest of the day about how he was scared every morning that she was going to bite him, bullshit like that.
So, we’re going to look for another pet sometime in the future, but we’re not letting my dad have a say.
Sunday was okay and today was a decent day.
See all of you on Wednesday.