Carmen: I'm mad at my dad. Why is that so hard for me to see?
I have no problem being mad at you.
Tibby: 'Cause you know I'll always love you no matter what.
I have no problem being mad at you.
Tibby: 'Cause you know I'll always love you no matter what.
Dogs are loyal creatures, especially our collie Peaches. So I guess it makes sense that my dad has recently had a falling out with her. She's old and gets sick to her stomach easy and sometimes is too lethargic and arthritic to take the trouble to go outside to take a shit or throw up. She also sheds everywhere and is a reason I'm never going to get an overly furry dog for my own home. It is annoying, but she can't help it. I couldn't imagine feeling anything more than sympathy for her; she's pathetic really. King, our adorable, younger mutt, hasn't been hit in the face by a car like Peaches, doesn't have aching, 15-yr-old bones like Peaches, and because he smells better, he gets pet a lot more. So I often refer to Peaches as Eeyore; she even has that long, donkey-like face. She eats her food laying down. She mopes around the house mostly. However, her eyes light up whenever someone gives her just the slightest bit of attention -- but if you do this, be prepared for her to plead for more and more; she'll act like it's her last chance to ever get petted.
But my dad sometimes seems genuinely angry at her. Now, even before he got his "life sentence," compliments of glioblastoma multiforme, he always had a gripe or two with one of our animals. He just seems to be gripier than normal. One time when he was yelling at Peaches for her incontinence, I said: "She's sick dad, it's not like she's doing it on purpose." He responded with: "I know, but she has to accept that when you're sick, things change." I didn't think much about this at first, but it sunk in later. They're both sick.
I was thinking about who I take all my problems out on. There's one person I know of who probably would raise their hand immediately and have a good answer for that. Sometimes we only need those stress balls and punching bags, but occasionally they come in the form of actual people, and curiously enough -- they are usually the most important people in our lives. Hey, I'm honored if I can be someone's punching bag every now and then. We just have to be careful of what we do to those we love and care about or we're going to have burned bridges and end up with a lot more problems down the road, but problems that suddenly we don't know what to do with anymore.
But my dad sometimes seems genuinely angry at her. Now, even before he got his "life sentence," compliments of glioblastoma multiforme, he always had a gripe or two with one of our animals. He just seems to be gripier than normal. One time when he was yelling at Peaches for her incontinence, I said: "She's sick dad, it's not like she's doing it on purpose." He responded with: "I know, but she has to accept that when you're sick, things change." I didn't think much about this at first, but it sunk in later. They're both sick.
I was thinking about who I take all my problems out on. There's one person I know of who probably would raise their hand immediately and have a good answer for that. Sometimes we only need those stress balls and punching bags, but occasionally they come in the form of actual people, and curiously enough -- they are usually the most important people in our lives. Hey, I'm honored if I can be someone's punching bag every now and then. We just have to be careful of what we do to those we love and care about or we're going to have burned bridges and end up with a lot more problems down the road, but problems that suddenly we don't know what to do with anymore.
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