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Friday, November 2:

Oh my! This drama is so thick that not even the sharpest knife wielded by even the lowliest day time B-rated soap opera actress could cut through the unfurling tension!

...Well, ok, that sounds a bit harsh. But in reality what my family and I have been dealing with for the last week has been just as dramatic as one of those corny shows. Is it our fault? Is it our drama? Technically no! It's my Aunt's part of the family. You know, my Aunt? The one in Chicago?

I still shudder from that wedding experience back in August.

So, yeah, this is the current plot line: My cousin Brian married, right? She had two dogs. She entered his family that already had a 5 year old Jack Russel Terrier and Anna Sophie. That's the backdrop. The problem is, now that she's comfortably in the marriage, she finds she doesn't like some things. What are those said things? Well, after finding that her doggies like to bite the poor Jack Russel, named Hannah, she got rid of them.

Ok, well, that should solve the problem, right? I mean, she gets rid of the two dogs that are nipping and attacking the poor creature who, from what I heard, took the damage silently and simply sat in a corner all day, depressed of being beaten up by younger canines. Well, you'd THINK that would solve it. Now she's turning around and wanting to get rid of the final dog, Brian and Anna's dog!

Now, wait, wait, where is the justice in this? Anna is broken up! As much as I hate to admit it, I'm enraged over Brian's new wife's choices. The two who love the dog (Brian and Anna) are fighting to keep it.... but no avail.

Aunt Jackie called a week ago, sobbing and beside herself. Explaining the situation to my mother, she (of course mom) voiced that yes, we would take the dog. I agreed, my heart aching for the little angel. I had some sort of self mission going on- a feeling similar to "I need to rescue this dog from this hell-hole situation before it can get further hurt, or the situation further tears apart an already fragile family lifestyle". Yeah. Safely enough, I felt like some dog whisperer charging in with swords drawn, ready to whisk the pup away and let it still live within the family.

Well, about 3 days later Jackie calls again. And, once again, sobbing. rolleyes Ah geez, whenever she cries it's usually not good. It was bad- or good, news, if you look at it a certain way- that there was a man who wanted to take the dog that night. The new wife was so fed up that she didn't want it to come down to us (which, can you say, is selfish beyond reason?). Miffed, but understanding, I let it slide. Mainly I was ticked to hear that Anna, who was ecstatic that we were getting Hannah, had found out that we were denied the right and began lamenting once again. Poor girl...

So much for a happy, loving married relationship, eh?

A few days passed. And, suddenly, last night Jackie calls. Crying. Again. For some reason her crying seems- how should I say this- the norm these days? Well, the wholly shocking news that turned everything around was this: the man, when he came to pick up poor Hannah asked if she was a hunting dog. Well, they're excellent ratters- about what they're good for. But upon hearing that a Jack Russel Terrier isn't good for tracking birds or hunting deer, he refused right then and there to take her!

Guess what that means?

Hannah will be arriving in a couple of weeks. Scott and Brian are bringing her down. Seems I've got a handful to work on (she's been so distraught over the abuse the other dogs gave her she has "accidents" once in a while- one of the reasons the new wife wanted her gone, ASAP, without even trying to work with her!!!).

My feelings on this? Ticked. Let me tell you why. It's not like I don't want to take care of the dog- deep down I'm excited. What I'm angry at is that we're some last resort. This dog was offered to us, taken away and then turned around and will be dumped on us as a way to say, "Oh, well, since no one wants it I guess you can have it even if I (the wife) didn't think you're worthy enough even with you're not buying the blasted mongrel". It's a bit of a pride thing, I admit- but how would YOU feel if something like this happened, and for a week you're been pulled around this little doozy of a drama with hardly a voice? Yeah. Thought so.

Also, I'm worried. Bella (my German Shepard and Beagle mix) and Sutkei (my kitten turned lady teen) ... their reactions concern me. Bella will take a while to cope, but Sutkei is so much a fraidy cat that she runs from any human (except showing herself to Michael- the only known person that she's even befriended enough). We might have to lock her up in a cage at night, just to make sure she doesn't tear up the place in fear. I hate putting her in that cage. She gets so forlorn, looking out at me with those sappy, sad eyes of hers....

I know Webster (my other cat- older, and soon he might kick the bucket. He's an outdoor cat) can handle Hannah whenever he comes in to eat. He's tough like that.

Oh god, what are we getting ourselves into?!


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