So today we had to send our dog back to the humane society, after he tore the skin off my sister's leg because she went behind him. It's not the first time he's attacked us; I've probably been attacked by him 6-7 times for doing things as insignificant as accidentally nudging him with my foot or trying to get into bed when he's laying on it. I'm a little torn on having given him away, though. Honestly I hated him for his crazy rampaging attacks but at the same time he was pretty much the only thing keeping my grandma company during the day.
We got him after her dog of 6-5 years passed away (in a very unpleasant way-- fucking contaminated dog food poisoning him), so this dog was sort of to keep her from feeling lonely and now we just took that away too. And even though I wouldn't admit it to her, I know they'll probably have to put the dog down because he's dangerous, and it would be bad if he went and attacked a kid or something.

And also my mother had to be rushed to emergency after suffering for 2-3 weeks from nonstop internal pain (we don't have medical, we apparently got randomly dropped) and it turns out she's got a bunch of stress-related damages and kidney stones AGAIN but it's not like she can take time off work when she's the only one who's got a job. I'm hoping eventually I'll get the job at the pet store soon; the manager said I'm at the top of the hiring list but they're full-up on employees. It'd just be nice to take a little strain off the money situation.