Little Girl Forever
Age doesn't matter to parents, I get that. My dad still calls me little girl and my mom just treats me like I'm 4. For some odd reason at 33.5 I'm going through a rebellion, everything my mother says drives me up the wall. I love my mother but sometimes she works a nerve that I can't shake. My dog lives with her because my apartment doesnt allow dogs. I buy the food, vet bills, even tried to come over on a weekly basis to clean but it was never enough. My dog barked too much, she pooped to much, she jumps on people (my mom started that not I!). I hated to talk to her on the phone because that's all she talked about, she complained to everyone. Now here's the fucking kicker, her renter brings in a small yapper who hates anything bigger than him, so my dog isnt allowed in the house. My dog is 50 lbs. but very gentle, she requires and demands rubs more than most dogs. I bought my dog a new pillow for her cage, so she could be comforable. I gave it to my mom but she