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Ok sooo heres the basics I recently was taken away from my home town/state. Removed from my friends and place somewhere down south which feels more like another nation. Therefore I have nothing, no social life whatsoever, and in addition to that I'm having a hard ass time trying to get my father to agree to let me major in my major at the school I want to go to. Life sucks ok.
Monday: Well it was a rather simple day, I was spending most of it drawing and what not. Then somewhere around midday my brother stupidly put some stuff on the dog for fleas and ticks and lime. First off, it was the wrong dosage, he didnt read the instructions on how to put it on the dog and told me not to worry when the dog was clearly licking it off of his tail. Later in the evening we were trying to watch a movie my brother intrupeted the movie about five times with the saying: "I'm worried about the dog I think he needs to throw up, he must have eaten some stuffing from that teddy bear. Let me tell you. If it were so, it would have already come up the first time the dog puked. I knew right away it was because he licked that crap off of his body. I pulled out the packaging from the garbage and read it over and it was all clearing in front of my face on the back of the box. I automatically grabbed the phone book and began looking up pet emegerncys, doctors, clenics even poison control. Well I didnt get very far because they told me not to. So then I went on the computer and looked up a home edition of what to do.
First off, WASH THE DOG WITH SOAP AND LUKE WARM WATER TO REMOVE THE THING THATS MAKING HIM SICK. We figured to do that in the morning (mind you that was a stupid move)
Second, get him to puke..... well... I went running with him thinking it would him, it didnt and he puked as much of it up as he could earlier.
Third, give him a salt tablet and some milk of malisa to coat the stomach and neturalize the poison.
Well he looked like he was claming down after the run. He went to sleep, I was out of breath and trying to talk with Dario about the situation, and it backfired of course. And I got pissed off and I did my own thing till 1:30 in the morning or so.
In addition to this, they both stopped worrying about the dog and they were looking at places to go looking at the reef.... this slightly pissed me off and sickened me...
Well anyways we come to Today, Tuseday: I woke up to Angelo barking. It was around 8am.... which meant Angelo slept most of the night. Well I see him and he's no better then yesterday. Mom come out a few moments later and tells me he looked fine when she got up an hour ago. Which tells me he licked more off and reingested the poison. Well I freak out and start looking for his shampoo, which I can not find because it was never packed or is still packed, who knows. I call up my dad and he was trying to help me figure out what to do meanwhile I have mom and dario yelling at me in the background blaming this whole mess on me, and saying I NEVER take care of Angelo and so forth. I breakdown and I'm crying.... My dad is silent on the other end of the phone.... and well... I hang up and tell him im going to wash Angelo. I screw everyone else because I KNOW WHAT HAS TO BE DONE! I bring Angelo into the bathroom, lock the door, and start washing him with my body wash because it's a mild detergent, thats what my dad said to use, though its not as good for his skin. Anyways, I get him washed, and make a mess in the bathroom, everything was soaking wet, including me. Let me tell you, washing a dog by yourself is very difficult. My holds him outside to dry while I clean up the bathroom. Once everything done I go outside, Dario is brushing angelo mom is trying to make him calm down.... Angelo puked a few times outside, which was good, that was the next step. I watch Angelo outside, while mom runs to the store to get the milk of malisa. I give him that and well Im tried now and he looks a little better... but.... ugh... let me tell you I AM EXHAUSTED ALREADY!
Thus has been my week thus far.... I'm ready to throw in the towel and just come back north.... I really wish I could I dont even care about anything anymore....
On another note I'm now a Graphics Design major... whatever..... I start school Aug 22.... ish..... I want a job.... I want to take a nap.... Ok... thats about it for now.....
I miss new jersey, and I miss you Lara.
Monday: Well it was a rather simple day, I was spending most of it drawing and what not. Then somewhere around midday my brother stupidly put some stuff on the dog for fleas and ticks and lime. First off, it was the wrong dosage, he didnt read the instructions on how to put it on the dog and told me not to worry when the dog was clearly licking it off of his tail. Later in the evening we were trying to watch a movie my brother intrupeted the movie about five times with the saying: "I'm worried about the dog I think he needs to throw up, he must have eaten some stuffing from that teddy bear. Let me tell you. If it were so, it would have already come up the first time the dog puked. I knew right away it was because he licked that crap off of his body. I pulled out the packaging from the garbage and read it over and it was all clearing in front of my face on the back of the box. I automatically grabbed the phone book and began looking up pet emegerncys, doctors, clenics even poison control. Well I didnt get very far because they told me not to. So then I went on the computer and looked up a home edition of what to do.
First off, WASH THE DOG WITH SOAP AND LUKE WARM WATER TO REMOVE THE THING THATS MAKING HIM SICK. We figured to do that in the morning (mind you that was a stupid move)
Second, get him to puke..... well... I went running with him thinking it would him, it didnt and he puked as much of it up as he could earlier.
Third, give him a salt tablet and some milk of malisa to coat the stomach and neturalize the poison.
Well he looked like he was claming down after the run. He went to sleep, I was out of breath and trying to talk with Dario about the situation, and it backfired of course. And I got pissed off and I did my own thing till 1:30 in the morning or so.
In addition to this, they both stopped worrying about the dog and they were looking at places to go looking at the reef.... this slightly pissed me off and sickened me...
Well anyways we come to Today, Tuseday: I woke up to Angelo barking. It was around 8am.... which meant Angelo slept most of the night. Well I see him and he's no better then yesterday. Mom come out a few moments later and tells me he looked fine when she got up an hour ago. Which tells me he licked more off and reingested the poison. Well I freak out and start looking for his shampoo, which I can not find because it was never packed or is still packed, who knows. I call up my dad and he was trying to help me figure out what to do meanwhile I have mom and dario yelling at me in the background blaming this whole mess on me, and saying I NEVER take care of Angelo and so forth. I breakdown and I'm crying.... My dad is silent on the other end of the phone.... and well... I hang up and tell him im going to wash Angelo. I screw everyone else because I KNOW WHAT HAS TO BE DONE! I bring Angelo into the bathroom, lock the door, and start washing him with my body wash because it's a mild detergent, thats what my dad said to use, though its not as good for his skin. Anyways, I get him washed, and make a mess in the bathroom, everything was soaking wet, including me. Let me tell you, washing a dog by yourself is very difficult. My holds him outside to dry while I clean up the bathroom. Once everything done I go outside, Dario is brushing angelo mom is trying to make him calm down.... Angelo puked a few times outside, which was good, that was the next step. I watch Angelo outside, while mom runs to the store to get the milk of malisa. I give him that and well Im tried now and he looks a little better... but.... ugh... let me tell you I AM EXHAUSTED ALREADY!
Thus has been my week thus far.... I'm ready to throw in the towel and just come back north.... I really wish I could I dont even care about anything anymore....
On another note I'm now a Graphics Design major... whatever..... I start school Aug 22.... ish..... I want a job.... I want to take a nap.... Ok... thats about it for now.....
I miss new jersey, and I miss you Lara.
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