My father does not live here with me. He lives with his girlfriend, but I'm staying in the house he used to live in. His girlfriend does have a backyard, which would be better for him, but since he's abusive, negletful, and has abandoned his pets, he does not deserve to care for any living being.

Let me tell you how he kept his last dog. His last dog was a golden retriever and yellow lab mix. A better temperment to be around children, however another breed that is meant to be out in a farm like setting. First, the dog was never nuetered, so you know how that is. And he was not once ever taken to a vet. He's never taken any of his pets to a vet. I left my father's house when I was 13, didn't talk to him for 7 years. So for that time I'm not sure how he kept the dog. But when I moved in with him again, he had this dog chained up 24/7 in either his bathtub or his laundry room, so the dimentions on his living space were that of a crate at the most. He fed him 4 cups of dog food a day. I'm not sure if that was how much he needed. But in his last year at least, he developed a tumor on his rear. My father didn't care what so ever. He said he was gonna cut it off himself when I said something to him about it. He told me that was why he kept the dog locked up, so he wouldn't get blood or anything on his carpet. He told everyone else a different story. I looked up what it could have been and found out that dogs his size that were never neutered usually develop benign tumors in that area during old age. It said he needed to be neutered and that he needed to have the tumor removed. I told my father, he did nothing. The dog died a little over a year ago in the laundry room.

He's always been abusive to his pets, he even told me to hit this puppy for some reason already. He would beat his cats for urinating on his old couch that he got from a meth house. I thought the cats were doing this because of anxiety from being beaten, which is possible, because they were going in other places as well, but not as much as the couch. My aunt told me that meth smelled like cat urine and that's why they were going on the couch.

Just would like to mention, my father did have a dog (we didn't know what kind it was, we called him a minature doberman, because his body shape was not like a pinscher, but he could have been a min pin and chihuahua mix), who my sister later took with her when she moved out. But he was very aggressive. He actually bit threw my hand when I was about 7-8 years old. I still have the scars. I did not know that dogs can be trained to not be aggressive, so thank you for that information.

I was really mad when my father first told me he got a dog, for those reasons. I knew he was just going to ruin another living beings life. The dog didn't deserve that. I would hope to have the dog moved to a better home. The problem is my father. I'm afraid that he would kill me if I gave his dog away. I'm also afraid to talk to him about it. He stills has a key to this place, so he walks in anytime. I'm trying to get out of here.