I drove up on the curb and lost two tires. Why? Because Dad was being a dumbass and distracted the fuck out of me. And he wouldn't drop it. Fortunately he has promised to pay for the bill. Thank god because I just do not have much right now.
So the puppy dog Murphy. He has a past. He was abused before he was adopted by his current family. Which means he has various signals, because he has PTSD. For instance, if he begins growling, you back off and give him space. Not keep trying to pet him.
If a person starts to curse at you or hiss, you don't keep bothering them.
So yes. The dog nipped at him.
Again. Its the Dog's house. Murphy lives here. Dad is a stranger to him.
So Dad's threat that if the dog bites him he leaves?
Not so much a threat.
In other news I think I might have a binge eating disorder. Great thing to find out before Thanksgiving.
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