I-- What? :DDD

I don't even have the words right now. Everything I start to say sounds stupid. But the Canucks did it!! Looks like I was wrong about losing Game Five, huh? Does that mean they'll sweep for the Cup? LOL

Bieksa with the game-winner at 10:18, 2OT.

Okay, I've done enough online celebrating, it's time for bed.

Edit, 2:23 - Unofficial summer has arrived a week early. Granted, I was jumping around like a maniac and then I had to work out my arms, but I just had to take a shower because I was sweaty and gross. I'm sitting in front of the fan. LOL

Hey guys, BIG FAVOR.<//////3

So, Bradley? My unruly dog?

My parents are going to get rid of him.

And fuck my mom because she was so casual, she was literally sing-song about it. I was taking dinner out of the fridge, and she came into the kitchen for something to eat, and she was just all

"Bradley's going back to Nooooorth Shooooore."

I mean, you couldn't even break it gently? What an unfeeling bitch! And get this: she wants a lap dog. Like that'll be better. "We trained the last two." So that gives you exemption from training others? I couldn't be bothered to argue with her: as though her dog -- which she'll get, mark my words -- won't need to be trained or housebroken; as though it won't run around with twice the speed and energy Bradley has just because it's little (and she'll probably let it on the furniture, ew); as though Dad, in his clumsiness, won't step on it and hurt the poor thing. He tripped over Noel more times than I care to remember.

My mom has the habit of wanting things just because she wants them, not because she knows how to use them or take care of them or something. Like, she just got a smartphone and has no fucking clue how to use it. She got an iPod that she had to return the next day because she couldn't figure it out. Her sense of entitlement is astounding. But I digress.

Bradley needs a home and he needs one fast. I'm leaving to Toronto tomorrow evening and I'm so afraid he won't be here when I get back. Like, I'm probably not gonna have a good time at the con because I'll be worried so much, and I really don't need to come home from a con less one dog again. The problem is that he's unruly, and I mean it. No one was here to kick his ass when he was a puppy, so he never learned not to do things. My dad didn't even housebreak him, and I kid you not, he lays paper down in Bradley's room every day. The poor thing's probably been on two walks in his entire life. But he doesn't deserve that, and he's not even a year and a half old; we only got him last March.

I don't know what to do, you guys, I just don't know. If any of you know someone who would love a dog, let them know about Bradley. I would do anything for him to go to a new home instead of any rescue or shelter (not that there aren't some good ones). If you guys have any information you can offer me -- not that I'll be able to do anything this weekend, so keep your fingers crossed that he's still here when I come home -- that'd also be appreciated. I'm allowing comments on this post, but I'm disabling e-mail so I won't answer you right away. I can't concentrate, and I need to calm down to finish packing.

Please, I just want this to be okay. I can't let something bad happen to Bradley. (Sorry if this post was a bit disjointed.)