June 20, 2002
I Want A Fucking Dog, And That's That

This is Bentley. He's a Border Collie/German Shepherd mix, 2 years old, and he is in need of a loving home after a history of abuse. I'm not giving him away, I just really really want him.

I said to my dad, 'Do you want a dog?'

He replied with something stupid that I didn't listen to, and I told him that I was interested in a dog. As soon as I said the breed, he responded with, 'No.'

'Why not?'

'It's a mix, that means he's a mutt.'

'So?'

'Well,' again, I zoned out. He looked at the picture. How he wasn't drawn to that face, I don't know.

'It's just that I don't think it's fair to mom, because she always ends up taking care of the dog.'

Oh bull shit, she did that with one dog, it wasn't as if she took care of every single one. He doesn't want it because it's a boy and a mix.

This is Dog. He actually doesn't have a name. But I think he looks adorable. I didn't bother showing him to my dad, because he is also a mix - Collie/German Shepherd.

This is Gotch. I don't like the name. I do like the dog. He's 2. He's a Coonhound. He likes cats.

But I will not get any of them. I will only get the dog that my dad chooses. No argument. Can't wait till I live on my own. My own dog. Bentley will probably be dead by then.

- Molly{8:14 pm}

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