See this cute little doggy? That's Professor (dumb name, but it's cute). It was my brother brought it back a year ago but it is OUR dog. Our as in Family.
A month ago we were stuck in a situation where when we move over to Perth, WA, we would have to leave Professor in care of someone here in Singapore because mainly we thought pets were not allowed in rented property in Australia.
We had a couple of options: Hand him over to my mom's sister or dad's brother, both of which have had quite a lot of experience as a dog owner. My smart-ass brother suggested giving it to his friend, but me (as well as my sis) hope to God it will NEVER EVER happen because we have became so emotionally attached to Professor and would really want to see it again.
Now, my parents just came back from Australia and they have found a house where PETS ARE ALLOWED! So when my dad told me that, I was all like OH YEAH!!!
Now my brother is being a real cheese-ball. He keeps going "You know what? actually I still want to give it to my friend because I will have to pick up after him when I'm in Australia". You know what that means if that happens? The rest of us will NEVER see him again.
Now here's my rant and it's going to get nasty so excuse me, people.
Shit on you Shane. You think you OWN Professor? You HARDLY take responsibility for him at all. Who picks up after his shit? Not you. It's either Stef or me. Who cleans his pee-pan? Not you. It's either Stef or me too. Who feeds him? Lord knows that ain't you, punk. Throughout Dad and Mom's trip to Australia, it was Stef. You claim to but you just leave him the left overs and call that feeding him. Dammit, if I were Professor, I'll shit all over your face while you sleep because you are a shitty master. And who bathes him? You only do it when you're pushed to, and there was even one time you tried to bribe me with five bucks to wash him up. I did it anyway FREE OF CHARGE, even once when Mom and Dad were away. You know why? Because I love him. Me and Stef do. WAY MORE than you ever did to him, punk. The worst part is that he apparently clings on to you more than me or Stef. Shame on you. If you really claim to love him back, stop whining like a little bitch about taking care of him all by yourself in Australia. Mom and Dad are there to assist too so stop giving your lame excuses. They love him too so I know they won't mind. I already said I wouldn't mind forking out up to $500 to see him there so if you want to screw me over like that, you better watch your ass. True love wouldn't mind forking out $2k just to see him again in Australia. True love wouldn't mind cleaning up his feces even though it smells like, well, shit. True love wouldn't mind washing him up at least once a week even though it's a tedious process. So if you really claim to love him, PROVE IT.
*ahem* 'scuse me... that's all I have to say.
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