May 27th, 2004

handholding

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Y'know, every time I go home for the weekend, I find that my mother's stack of pictures of shetland sheepdog adoptee's had gotten bigger and bigger. I know for a fact that there is no way on hell or earth that my parents would get another dog. It's almost like ... now that John is gone, I'm at school 90% of the time, and Cinnamon just makes them sneeze, they need a new pet. It almost feels like I was a 'pet' to them ... or maybe it's more like dad's shelties were like his children ...

But anyways ... I was watching Animal Planet, and they showed a very sickly looking sheltie that they had to put to sleep, and the owner had to hold him and OMGITWASSOOOOSAD

How are they allowed to show that stuff, and not like, violence? I think that's more unnerving than a guy blowing someone up ... there's a point where you know it's fake when an explosion goes off ... but when you see a docu-show where a doctor has to kill their patient, and you know that it's real ... that's just ... whoa ...