17rd in Hey, buddy, got a light?

A week and he hasn’t called us for shit. We went by there tuesday for a few things we’d forgotten and the house looked like it was getting worse.
When my grandfather died, my grandmother remarried maybe a year and a half or two years later. When her second husband died shortly after, she got a dog, I’m not sure if she specified she didn’t want to be alone, but my Nino, well meaning as he was, got her a dog.
A stupid retarded bark bark bark bark bark bark mutt.
I don’t remember if I told you about when I had to pet sit it for my grandma a few years ago.
I’ve always loved dogs, but I think I grew to be pretty indifferent towards this dog because I interpreted the situation as “You’re making me go watch some retarded dog in a place where wont have cable or the internet. For a week.”
She’s a little..off, from having a cold stepmother and workaholic father, so she once told me: Oh they’re so cute when they’re little, but when they get big: yeech.
I feel kind of bad for it because he’s usually cooped up in his kennel.
Mom called him yesterday to tell him we’d been by the house to get a few things and she said he said we’re always welcome to come by for anything; and that it sounded like he was going to cry. I don’t really share her concern or sympathy for my father right now. If you’re going to tell me to be nice and that my asshole tweeker dad needs someone to care or be there, please don’t.