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Okay, so. I figured out why I don’t like Flipflip.

My brother’s dog, Flapjack, is not an evil dog. He is not filled with evil feelings and such. He’s super-hyper, of course, as rat terriers tend to be, and that is kind of annoying. He also nips at me whenever I try to pet him. He also kicked me in the face and bloodied my lip. But he’s a dog, none of that is really serious.

It’s how mean he is to Molly, my Mom’s dog.

Now, I like Molly. I always say hi to her, pet her, and such. She’s pretty weird sometimes. Very picky about things. But she’s a nice dog.

Flapjack is being over here because Jonathan, Shauna, and Spantsinton are off doing their thing in Chicago. He runs around like a madman, and whenever I try to pet Molly, he will seriously climb on top of her, knock her over, and otherwise beat on her and make her growl and bite at him in anger, just to get me not to pay attention to her. This is so rude, and a complete dick move! And I do pet him, and say hi. At least, when he’s not trying to bite me. It’s not like I’m ignoring him.

That’s what makes me not like him. He’s keeping me from doing something I want to do, namely pet my dog. Everything else I can write off as being dog things. Hell, even him peeing everywhere when he’s nervous. He’s an animal, and that shit happens. But it’s just how he’s consciously keeping me from spending time with my dog. On purpose, stopping me. That’s what makes me unhappy.

But he’s still here all weekend! Oh well, my parents will take care of him. And I will do lesson plans. Joy of joys.