It's an accumulation of things. And yeah, I know it wont end till I move out, which is the sad part.
To touch on a few things, they about 3 months before I got Blaze, said I could feed raw.
Hmm. A week of them thinking about it, they say no raw.
They told me I could leave Blaze intact. I specifically remember telling my dad (and told my mom way before that) this. Go to the vet and they reccommend fixing him. Well, from what I thinking "No I'm not" but they my dad comes home and says "THIS DOG IS GETTING FIXING". WTFH?
Now, today. We changed foods (cheaper quality Sams food. Only for Major, but Lizzie's been eating it because she doesn't like being on a feeding schedule) So Lizzie's thrown up everytime she eats it. Okay, they said we can go back to Canidae. Then they go even further to change where the food is at! It's in a place so that only the adult dogs are allowed in there since Blaze is eating puppy food and WILL be kept on a feeding schedule (They complain about ME (yes ME!!) having to feed him on a scedule. ME feeding him. ME remembering). Now they want to bring it into the kitchen so that Blaze has accese to it. Again with the WTFH?! They want me to somehow train him to not get that food in the kitchen where he has full access. How the freakin' heck am I suppost to do that????
It's like they WANT me to be mad/stressed all the time.
On top of all this, I've got 3 days of important tests in school next week, I need to FINISH my school by Monday, I'm trying to raise a puppy, I'm sleep deprived, I've been at the ball field almost everynight this week from 5-9, and I've got to babysit Friday-Saturday for 4 kids. My aunts coming this weekend, and I've got a class to teach Sunday. *sigh*
They barely do anything for the dog, except by ASKING to take him out and play with him. I think they've watched him a total of 5 times (to get a quick shower, eat supper) since I got him.