Even though this relates to dogs and pets I feel that it more of relates to problems between trust and faith within families that can't be seen. I guess that I’ve just been having a few family problems and I can’t stand it. It’s all tearing me apart from the inside out and I feel like it’s working to grab my insides, tearing me apart to kill me. It’s so painful in that kind of way but to my emotions, to my heart, and to my mind. I just wish they’d understand and… listen.
About three days ago I was talking to my Dad about getting a horse but of horse he put doubt into me and made me feel like I can’t do anything right which is something that he and my brother always do to me. They think that I can’t work for something if I want it or that I’m not going to keep a promise and claim that I always break them why I don’t. I'm already trying to train the puppy. I mean heck, I feed it, water it, train it, play with it, take it outside when it needs to go. Heck, I’m even teaching the dog how to ride a skateboard while he’s young now because I spend so much time with him. I do it because I’m devoted to my dog and I’m keeping my promise.
For the horse, I continued to tell him that I'll get a job down at the stables and work with their horses and talk to them. I told him that I would work until I fainted. Even with school coming back up I could go down there every day after school and work. I'm going to be getting out at 2:00 p.m. Though of course my Dad said “no” because he doesn’t believe and trust me enough to take care of the horse. So I somewhat gave up on that for the time being.
Just a few hours ago though, I started to think of the horseback riding lessons that I was going to take because I have gotten back into horse role-playing where you’re a human and you own your own horses at a stable even though it’s just all role-play; I still find it fun. The teacher down at the stable said that she would teach me how to take the horse out, jump, trot, run, and so on as into even bathing it and putting it back in it’s stall at the end of the day.
So I soon end up talking to my step-brother about it and he brings up this stuff about “You’re Dad’s not going to get you a horse.” I never even mentioned getting a horse. I just want to take lessons because it’s always been my dream to be up side by side to a horse and to ride one. I wasn’t looking for one that I could call my own. I know that I’ve already lost that battle so I want to partly work to prove to my Dad with years of training that I can do it.
Though Mike soon said, “You haven't even done what you said you were going to do with that dog.” I told him that I have. Then Mike goes off saying stuff about the dog doesn’t listen to him or my dad or anyone else for that matter. Dakota listens to me just fine and I don’t know how to train him to listen to Mike or Dad. I just bonded with the puppy and worked with him. We’ve learned to understand each other and I know that Border collie puppy better than anyone else. My dad doesn't even think that I know the dog very well. He saw that Dakota was doing something with one of my blankets and was all "He's chewing on your blanket!" I told him "No, he just buries things under my blankets. He's trying to move it.
My thoughts soon turned to why the puppy wouldn’t be listening to my Dad or Mike and it was the thoughts that the dog was afraid of them. They go around yelling at him and spanking him when they claim that he has done something wrong and the puppy hasn’t done anything. The trainer clearly said on the first day too not to spank or yell a dog. I mean my dad was right up in the dog’s face today, telling him to sit. Dakota got so scared he peed on the floor. So I feel that Mike has no right to say that when he and my Dad are the problem with the dog.
Now my dad wants me to go to this other training class because he thinks that I didn't do well at the last one. I don't know what the heck that trainer was teaching us but it was nothing that I could really understand. I’m not an adult as well and I’m just starting high school so I don’t know these types of things or that I’m doing something wrong. I felt as if I could teach the dog better on my own. That’s what I did with Blaze and he listens just fine to everyone.
I also feel that I’m the only one that cares about our animals. Though Mike goes around saying he wants this Rag doll. We get it for him and he doesn't bond with it at all. Same thing he did to Mr. Tinkles, Procter, Gamble, and Tabatha. Now he doesn't even look at Nikki anymore. She stays locked up in the garage because I can't handle three dogs in my room at once; they make to big of a mess and fight to much. Right now both Blaze and Nikki are outside, muddy because my dad wouldn't let me give them a bath. Dakota was covered in mud so I picked him up and gave him a bath and even hung up on Krysta.
I hate it when they say I don't do something. They don't even pay any attention to me because they're not home; they're watching TV, or whatever. It's like I'm the kid that goes unnoticed and blamed for things that I've already done. They just can't open their eyes and see that.
I can't even stand my dad anymore when it comes to the animals. He has to get this kitten so badly. He's already said that there will be no more cats in the house. Then he brings two more in and they stay inside. Now his first cat, Kitten is outside and he wants to get rid of her because of Sonic and Shadow. I'm like the only one that pays attention to the cat and lets her in when she needs to cool down from the heat. My dad just doesn't want her because she thinks the cat is a bitch now after we've had her for about two years now.
Then Mike complains because the majority of the animals are mine. Well Blaze and Paws came years before he ever did. He never had to be a part of his family. That was my choice. Daisuke was a gift because and Dakota is a puppy that I have plans in the future for. Besides, he even said his favorite cat in the house is Daisuke.
I just flat out hate it all together.
About three days ago I was talking to my Dad about getting a horse but of horse he put doubt into me and made me feel like I can’t do anything right which is something that he and my brother always do to me. They think that I can’t work for something if I want it or that I’m not going to keep a promise and claim that I always break them why I don’t. I'm already trying to train the puppy. I mean heck, I feed it, water it, train it, play with it, take it outside when it needs to go. Heck, I’m even teaching the dog how to ride a skateboard while he’s young now because I spend so much time with him. I do it because I’m devoted to my dog and I’m keeping my promise.
For the horse, I continued to tell him that I'll get a job down at the stables and work with their horses and talk to them. I told him that I would work until I fainted. Even with school coming back up I could go down there every day after school and work. I'm going to be getting out at 2:00 p.m. Though of course my Dad said “no” because he doesn’t believe and trust me enough to take care of the horse. So I somewhat gave up on that for the time being.
Just a few hours ago though, I started to think of the horseback riding lessons that I was going to take because I have gotten back into horse role-playing where you’re a human and you own your own horses at a stable even though it’s just all role-play; I still find it fun. The teacher down at the stable said that she would teach me how to take the horse out, jump, trot, run, and so on as into even bathing it and putting it back in it’s stall at the end of the day.
So I soon end up talking to my step-brother about it and he brings up this stuff about “You’re Dad’s not going to get you a horse.” I never even mentioned getting a horse. I just want to take lessons because it’s always been my dream to be up side by side to a horse and to ride one. I wasn’t looking for one that I could call my own. I know that I’ve already lost that battle so I want to partly work to prove to my Dad with years of training that I can do it.
Though Mike soon said, “You haven't even done what you said you were going to do with that dog.” I told him that I have. Then Mike goes off saying stuff about the dog doesn’t listen to him or my dad or anyone else for that matter. Dakota listens to me just fine and I don’t know how to train him to listen to Mike or Dad. I just bonded with the puppy and worked with him. We’ve learned to understand each other and I know that Border collie puppy better than anyone else. My dad doesn't even think that I know the dog very well. He saw that Dakota was doing something with one of my blankets and was all "He's chewing on your blanket!" I told him "No, he just buries things under my blankets. He's trying to move it.
My thoughts soon turned to why the puppy wouldn’t be listening to my Dad or Mike and it was the thoughts that the dog was afraid of them. They go around yelling at him and spanking him when they claim that he has done something wrong and the puppy hasn’t done anything. The trainer clearly said on the first day too not to spank or yell a dog. I mean my dad was right up in the dog’s face today, telling him to sit. Dakota got so scared he peed on the floor. So I feel that Mike has no right to say that when he and my Dad are the problem with the dog.
Now my dad wants me to go to this other training class because he thinks that I didn't do well at the last one. I don't know what the heck that trainer was teaching us but it was nothing that I could really understand. I’m not an adult as well and I’m just starting high school so I don’t know these types of things or that I’m doing something wrong. I felt as if I could teach the dog better on my own. That’s what I did with Blaze and he listens just fine to everyone.
I also feel that I’m the only one that cares about our animals. Though Mike goes around saying he wants this Rag doll. We get it for him and he doesn't bond with it at all. Same thing he did to Mr. Tinkles, Procter, Gamble, and Tabatha. Now he doesn't even look at Nikki anymore. She stays locked up in the garage because I can't handle three dogs in my room at once; they make to big of a mess and fight to much. Right now both Blaze and Nikki are outside, muddy because my dad wouldn't let me give them a bath. Dakota was covered in mud so I picked him up and gave him a bath and even hung up on Krysta.
I hate it when they say I don't do something. They don't even pay any attention to me because they're not home; they're watching TV, or whatever. It's like I'm the kid that goes unnoticed and blamed for things that I've already done. They just can't open their eyes and see that.
I can't even stand my dad anymore when it comes to the animals. He has to get this kitten so badly. He's already said that there will be no more cats in the house. Then he brings two more in and they stay inside. Now his first cat, Kitten is outside and he wants to get rid of her because of Sonic and Shadow. I'm like the only one that pays attention to the cat and lets her in when she needs to cool down from the heat. My dad just doesn't want her because she thinks the cat is a bitch now after we've had her for about two years now.
Then Mike complains because the majority of the animals are mine. Well Blaze and Paws came years before he ever did. He never had to be a part of his family. That was my choice. Daisuke was a gift because and Dakota is a puppy that I have plans in the future for. Besides, he even said his favorite cat in the house is Daisuke.
I just flat out hate it all together.
I've done it more than my fair share lol people will listen and many have wonderful words of wisdom to hand out