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istg my mum doesn't give a single shit about Missy. AT the very least, she has bugs. And my mum DIDNT DO ANYTHING until bayleigh did smth. the reason way bleu, her or mark cant find anything is becasue they dont care enough. they dont LOOK. Shes a LIVE dog. she's not a toy. Lying about washing her is SICKENING. it shows me you don't care. "oh yeah, i washed her" YOU DIDN'T. i got home, the treatment was still on her neck. she had the AUDACITY to lie to mark about stuff. she's putting words into my fucking mouth. mark beleives everything she says becazue he glazes too much over that fat hog. "Mango's gonna get smth" i cant do shit, you have to. i dont know what you want from me, woman. then she says ive been going on abt it all day??? i texted at break. then, i asked if she could wash my blazer and SHE brought it up. she keeps on switching the subject to my fucking room bc she knows im right and she wants to have a go at me. i keep on pestering abt it because i care for my fucking dog and i want to lay with and hug her again wihtout the worry of getting bugs or fleas.