October 4, 2010

• Free: A Great Doggy.

  Does anyone want a dog? She is a sweet dog. Half chow half mutt (we think coyote), she is a good...9 years old? Needs to be in a home were she is allowed inside if need be. She is terrified of loud noises, thunder/lightening, fireworks, sirens, and well, anything resembling a gunshot. If she hears any of this she stats shaking and tries to get inside by any means. The only commands she knows are sit and speak. Though you have to tell her to speak a few times for her to actually bark. She is lazy and will just grumble and growl at first. lol. Nobody took the time to train her or anything. Her name is Molly. I would post a pic, but she is hiding and I don't know where she is.

  I attempted to go to bed early last night. Had lights out by 1:30. After tossing and turning, and a little fighting with Romeo to stop him from climbing the screen door I finally drifted off somewhere between 2:30 and 2:45. I woke up at 3 to this loud slamming noise coming from the kitchen. At first I thought it was my dad opening and closing the microwave. Romeo cam running back into my room and cuddled next to me shaking a little. When the noise happened a few more times I got up and peeked out my door to see what it was. I saw my dad, standing in the kitchen with the old cow whip. Molly had come into the house when he opened a door to go out. We had terrible electrical/thunder storms last night and she was afraid. She was hiding behind the kitchen island trying to get upstairs to hide. Every time she attempted to run my dad would whip at her, hitting the ground and scaring her even more. I started shaking with fear. You do not understand the look he gets in his face. All of a sudden I was that little girl in elementary school having things thrown at me (he was careful to never actually hit us) and being yelled at, demeaned, threatened in that menacing way. Molly finally got away and sprinted for the stairs. He followed and I hid behind my door. If he saw me, the anger would have switched to me. I ran to bed to cower under the blankets while I heard the whip hitting the floor upstairs. I knew my mom was up there doing the same as me. Cowering under the blankets, trying to look like she was still sleeping. Molly finally realized it was scarier in the house and my dad was able to chase her outside. He didn't stop there, he was so pissed by this time that he followed her from the backyard to the garage yelling and whipping. I was peeking out the blinds silently wishing he would stop and leave her alone. I saw him come back in the back yard and I hid again. She must have run to the end of the gated patio by my door. I heard another yell and something crash outside my slider. I can only imagine she jumped the gate and ran after that. Still afraid of the thunder she tried to come and lay under the desk on the patio like she usually does. Every time she tried my dad would yell/whip and she would run. I cuddled closer with Romeo, tears in my eyes and shaking, terrified. I was afraid he was going to kill her. I don't remember what time it all stopped. I know I did not calm down enough to fall back asleep until at least 4:30. My alarm was going off at 6am. Too exhausted and scared to attempt to look professional for the interview I did not go. I was afraid he was still awake and I didn't want to be seen.

  I made the decision last night that I had to get rid of Molly. I don't want to take her to the pound, but I will if I have to. She deserves better. I wasn't going to tell anyone because my little brother would be really upset, I would just take her away. I would prefer to find her a better home than here. I know the pound would just put her down. I am terrified my cats are next. His anger has been boiling and my mom and I kept saying he is going to burst soon, we've been scared and treading on eggshells for days. I will be hiding Romeo a lot more from now on.

  When my mom asked him today what happened last night, he said that Molly was not listening to and obeying him. A terrified, irrational untrained dog was not listening to you? No surprise there dumbass. Your solution is to whip her? I hate you. I wish there was animal cops here. I would call them and beg them to put my dad in jail.

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