I was having a conversation with Mum about Nigel, and she accidentally let it slip that she hadn't given him to the nice old couple on the farm that I thought she had; she surrendered him to the RSPCA. Which pisses me off. I mean, I probably would've been fine with it if she'd just told me that in the first place, but first she gives away my dog, and then she lies to me about it! For almost three years!
Actually, no, I wouldn't have been fine with it even if she had told me. But the lying thing has shat me off. It's pissed me off big time... I think this calls for some revenge, ne?