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My mother. Fed my dog. A Twinkie.
A Twinkie!! HE HAS STOMACH ISSUES HE CAN NOT EAT TWINKIES! It's like bottle-feeding Coke to a newborn, it just. isn't. done.
She was freaking there when the vet said, and I quote, "HE HAS A VERY SENSITIVE STOMACH." And then she goes home and feeds him a Twinkie. They're not good for people, let alone dogs.
Now he won't eat. He has this supplement and de-wormer I have to mix with his food, and it's hard enough to get him to eat that. Pffffffff. A Twinkie... what is she ON?
And the reason? She was going to eat it. Well, mother, if you didn't want to eat it, you a) put it back in the box; b) throw it in the trash; or c) just DON'T EAT IT. You don't give it to a sick dog!
And you know what? She opened my mail. That's like, a federal offense. I could have her put away... animal cruelty and federal, uh, offending.
And you know what else? There's a giant spider outside my bathroom window.
Angelot says: you know, my grandma says "i says" all the time.
Angelot says: and it's so grammatically incorrect i feel the need to correct her.
Angelot says: but if i do, she'll say, "it's rude to correct, julia."
Angelot says: so i sit there and remember not to correct.
Angelot says: and when i get up and start screaming that my ears are bleeding
Angelot says: she shoves me outside and wonders what the hell happened.
I says: huh.
Jen says: wow.
Angelot says: i know.
~scribbled by jen sometime around 3:33 PM
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