I've been playing chauffeur again lately. Monday was a pretty sucky day. A friend of mine let his wife's 18-year-old stepbrother crash at their house for awhile bc he was homeless. There is a lot of backstory on it that I won't get in to, but basically they were being nice to him and he was just mooching and giving them attitude. Basically he waited until my friend wasn't home to go be nasty to his stepsister and refuse to leave the house until his mother was called. Then he stole my friend's bikes and tried to steal another friend's bike. The wife caught him trying to steal the latter one and her husband called him to return the others when he found out they were gone. So the jerkwad threw one of the bikes down in the yard, but he'd stolen the kickstand, tubes, and rims off of it. My friend said if he didn't return everything the next day, he'd call the cops. This isn't the first time the cops have been called on this kid for stealing bikes.
Meanwhile, my friend's big dog gave birth to 7 puppies. His mother-in-law came over and brought her 16-year-old, deaf, half-blind itty bitty dog. My friend told her not to let the dog go in the kitchen near the puppies but she said "oh, she's fine". So about 2 hours in to the visit, little dog walks too close to the box of puppies and the big dog grabbed her and shook her like a rag doll. At first the little one seemed ok but then she had a massive seizure. There was a LOT of drama over that one-- I got to see the mother-in-law have a total panic attack. I felt bad for her because I know what its like to have a beloved pet be killed that way. Fortunately the dog seemed to be ok when I left. I hope she pulled through.
I still have to touch base with my friend and find out whether or not he had to involve the cops and if the dog survived through the night.
Yesterday was more calm. I took my little dog in to town and let him visit the house of my late friend while I checked on the place to see what kind of shape its in. The ceiling and mold problem are getting worse.
Today I get to play chauffeur again.
Meanwhile, my friend's big dog gave birth to 7 puppies. His mother-in-law came over and brought her 16-year-old, deaf, half-blind itty bitty dog. My friend told her not to let the dog go in the kitchen near the puppies but she said "oh, she's fine". So about 2 hours in to the visit, little dog walks too close to the box of puppies and the big dog grabbed her and shook her like a rag doll. At first the little one seemed ok but then she had a massive seizure. There was a LOT of drama over that one-- I got to see the mother-in-law have a total panic attack. I felt bad for her because I know what its like to have a beloved pet be killed that way. Fortunately the dog seemed to be ok when I left. I hope she pulled through.
I still have to touch base with my friend and find out whether or not he had to involve the cops and if the dog survived through the night.
Yesterday was more calm. I took my little dog in to town and let him visit the house of my late friend while I checked on the place to see what kind of shape its in. The ceiling and mold problem are getting worse.
Today I get to play chauffeur again.