Okay, this is kind of a long story. I'll try to make it readable.
So when I was in fourth grade (about six years ago in 2003), my dad got deployed to Iraq. It was kind of sudden and we weren't expecting it; just a month or so before he got deployed, we had gotten a Wirehair Pointing Griffon that he had intended to train and hunt with. However, because he left and my mother had to handle taking care of four young children, the dog never got trained, and when my dad got back seven months later, he was too busy looking for a new job that he didn't have time to train her, either. So she became kind of an outside dog, either living in a kennel or running around our yard.
We moved from Wisconsin to Michigan when he got back and we lived there about a year when my mom decided to get a Pembroke Welsh Corgi. Now, my father absolutely loathes small dogs and when she came home with the puppy without even telling him about it, he literally just walked out of the house. I remember my parents were angry at each other for a few weeks because of the dog, but my mom was adamant about keeping it. My dad eventually grew used to the dog and all was well.
Fast forward three more years--we moved again to Pennsylvania with the Corgi and the griffon. We have less land than we did at our other house, so the griffon really has nowhere to run and spends her days in the outside kennel. My mom hates the dog (and always has) and constantly complains about it barking and whatnot all the time. Last summer, however, she got the idea in her head that we needed another dog and she begged and pleaded my dad to get her a yellow lab. He gave in, and so we got the lab. Lo and behold, a few days after we got the lab, he broke the news that he was getting deployed again in December. The lab has turned out to be more than a handful and quite the nuisance--getting into garbage cans, scratching up doors, chewing up numerous shoes. With my dad being gone it makes it extra difficult to take care of the three dogs along with all the extra chores and such I've had to assume since my dad left.
A few weeks ago my dad, though email, told me that we could go ahead and either sell or give the griffon away, seeing as three dogs was becoming a huge hassle. The griffon isn't even the problem, the lab is! But my mom was more than glad to follow my dad up on that and she's going to the SPCA tomorrow to drop the dog off, which does make me angry since that dog isn't the problem.
Now just today my mom told me that she's looking into buying another Corgi puppy! After all that happened before and what happened with the lab, she still thinks that we need another dog! The worst part is that she's not even going to tell my dad about it until she gets it! It scares me to think about how mad he's going to be when he learns that she got another dog. I keep telling her, "Mom, please, we don't need another one. We can't handle it and Dad is going to be real upset when he finds out about it," but she keeps brushing me off saying, "I'm an adult, I can make these kinds of decisions." I don't understand how she can't see how stupid of an idea and how badly this is going to turn out.
I'm terrified my parents are going to divorce or something because of it. I know that people don't divorce over a puppy but there's so many other stupid things that she does and I just don't know what's going to happen.
What can I do? I just need some advice, anything. Thanks so much for reading all that. I really appreciate it.
