On another note... That sick dog I had that was living at my grandmothers, that nearly died of kidney stones, that stopped eating and lost most of his bodyweight... He is no longer at my grandmothers. ... He's living with me now. My mom took pity on him and let me bring him home! At first, he was only to live outside and outside the fence on the porch. Then, he was only to live outside, but he could live on the porch. Then, he was allowed to come in and eat but nothing else. Then, he could sleep in the house, but only with me, in my bed and nothing else. Finally, I came home one day and couldn't find him outside. After thoroughly panicking, I decided to go inside and see whether mom had seen him anywhere. I said, "Where's my dog?!?" and my little sister came in from the other room carrying him. I was relieved, ticked, and happy all at the same time. Mom had brought him in the house. No real reason, just cuz he wanted in. LOL. so cool.