I’m really sad, because my parents got my 16-year-old dog put-down. Without even telling us.
Ok, so my mom takes me to swimming lessons, all normal.. Then we go home, get my sister in the car, and then rush off to Rogers to get a movie. Then we go to Booster Juice… Which is odd, as it’s 4 bucks for a normal size, and then we sit at Starbucks for a while. We go home, and then in the car, and my mom tells us that while we were out, my dad took Toby to the clinic.
Just imagine having the dog you freaking GREW UP WITH being hauled off to his death without you even knowing. It’ll bother you, right?
Now, as I’m writing this, my dad is totally sucking up. “So, what movie did you get? How was the Booster Juice? Where did you go? Do you want pizza tonight?“
I MEAN, ZOMG!!!!!
Why don’t parents EVER tell you ANYTHING!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?
hershy kisses..
pªd€lic
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