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Feb. 20th, 2011 10:12 pmWe lost one of our dogs today. It was Jace—the one with cerebral palsy. My uncle Richard ran him over while I was out picking up groceries for my birthday dinner. Apparently they weren't even going to tell me at first. I'm not even sure what to think about that. What am I, six? And Mary tried to hide that Richard was the one who did it. As if I couldn't make the connection between his drunken ass on the couch and one of the dogs dead.
No one else seems to really give much of a damn, and I'm the bad guy for being upset. Apparently I'm behaving childishly, and ruining my own damned birthday party. (I may have also told Richard that the next time he hurts one of the dogs I'd take a sledge hammer first to his car and then to him, but I was the bad guy before that so it hardly makes a difference. This is the second dog he's killed this way that I know of, and he's crippled three others.)
Anyway, I have jury duty tomorrow, and I'm waffling between incoherent rage and tears, so I'm not going to be good company for a while, when I'm available at all. Head's up and all that.
No one else seems to really give much of a damn, and I'm the bad guy for being upset. Apparently I'm behaving childishly, and ruining my own damned birthday party. (I may have also told Richard that the next time he hurts one of the dogs I'd take a sledge hammer first to his car and then to him, but I was the bad guy before that so it hardly makes a difference. This is the second dog he's killed this way that I know of, and he's crippled three others.)
Anyway, I have jury duty tomorrow, and I'm waffling between incoherent rage and tears, so I'm not going to be good company for a while, when I'm available at all. Head's up and all that.
