Visited Portland this past weekend and at first my friend and I thought this was a real little boy who was lost lol. This was at the Portland headlight in the playground that’s in the back. Anyone know what the story is behind this?
I went over to my dad’s house for Father’s Day. The plan was to cook on the grill and just hang out. I was really excited because I was going to make food I haven’t had in a long time and I just wanted to hang out with my dad.
For background info, my sister lives with my dad. I moved out, mainly due to her toxicity and her untrained dog. I’m also the younger sister by the way.
My sister is one of those “dog moms” with an unhealthy obsession with their dog. She also never trained him and makes every excuse for his poor behavior. she literally had an artist paint a picture of her and her dog. Her dog will jump up on the table and eat food right off your plate. He goes to the bathroom in the house.
Anyway, today I was standing at the kitchen counter chopping up some vegetables. Her dog jumps up and is attempting to eat the food right off the counter. I’m standing right there mind you, mid chop. I gave him a nudge with my leg and she accused me of kicking him.
Last year, when I still lived at the house, I came home and her dog was jumping on me. I was wearing shorts, so his nails were scratching my legs from top to bottom over and over again. I lifted my knee up to block him and she accused me of kicking him then too.
So today I brought that up and told her “I have the right to defend myself. He’s trying to steal my food and other times where he’s jumped on me IT HURTS.”
It turned into a huge fight and now I’m all alone in my apartment when I should be spending time with my dad. I am just so sick and tired of her sick obsession with this dog. She has literally told me before that he is more important than me, her human sister. She will rattle off every excuse in the book no matter what he does. Whether he hurt you, went to the bathroom in your room, chewed up a prized possession, etc. she will defend him to the death and if you dare say or do anything she doesn’t agree with, you are an animal abusing monster.
The dog plays a big part in our ruined relationship and the reason why I moved out. I genuinely think dog owners that are this obsessed, complacent, and excuse filled have something mentally wrong with them. She calls him her son and genuinely believes he is equivalent to a 3 year old human child (her words). Funnily enough, I work with 3 and 4 year old children. They can draw, write, some know their addresses, some know their parents phone numbers, they can sing, they know colors, they know numbers and letters, etc etc. In no way, shape, or form is a dog equivalent to a 3 year old human child. And if she did have a child, they would be the most spoiled, babied child in the universe and I tell her this all the time. That dog is beyond spoiled and entitled. He thinks everything he sees is his. He doesn’t listen to a single command. Not no, come, sit, etc.
I’m just so tired of this. Well… at least I don’t live there anymore and can escape. I guess my sister and I are not on speaking terms (again) and I can’t spend Father’s Day with my father. Cool.