We had my corgi spayed, against my wishes (of course.) and had her extra two teeth pulled. She's been throwing up, shes extremely skinny and, I've been ignoring her. I know that sounds shallow, but the only reason I even got a purebred dog was to be able to take it to socialization classes and show it, and register it with a registery. Guess what? My grandparents wouldn't let me socialize her, claiming that "she didn't need to meet other dogs and people, that our other dog and our family was enough", they, won't let me go to training classes with her, which means I can't compete with her, and, lastly, after I pushed them into sending her registery papers in, the papers have magicly vanished, and no, she still isn't registered after 4 months of owning her. It makes me extremely mad, because they never let me do anything I love doing. I can't ride my bike past the yard because they don't think I'm old enough. I can't play soccer, because they think I'll sprain my ankles. They only allow me to play Basketball, which I hate. They don't let me go to public school. They don't let me have any privacy. They demand to know everything that I say and what other people say in life groups at church. My grandma tried to make me go to the circus thats coming to town after I gave her my reason for not going. I can say that, if I wasn't diabetic, I'd most likely have an eating disorder. I'm a stupid little ungrateful brat who just wants people to leave her alone. So no, I'm not mature as most of you on here seem to think. In fact, like my grandma pointed out to me earlier, I'm fake. Yet, shes the one whos fake. Shes the one who is fake! So yeah, I may as well not be here. And no, this is not a pity party.