understanding the un-understandable

Its definitely pretty hard being home because I just don't get my parents.  OK, so we have these three massive dogs here, and they are pretty dumb, I mean like super dumb.  They knock plants over all the time, and jump on things and I caught one curled up on the reclining chair today.  These aren't like house pets, they are big, furry, smelly, nasty, huge dogs.  The biggest one sticks his excessively long nose all up in your private space all the time and wants to smell your butt.  He would get right up on in there for a better sniff if he could.  They don't even actually have real names, because apparently my mom couldn't decide what to call them every time she got a new one.
 I stick with Black dog, White dog, and Brown dog, and Rob has been calling them Brown Lassie, White Lassie, and Black Lassie.  All appropriate names.  I was having trouble because my mom tried to name the brown one Doobie which is the name of our last dog who died in a very sad car accident.  I am sticking with the claim that you do not name your next dog after your last dog. Not cool.  AND instead of brushing them herself, she takes them to get groomed...  weird.  I remember her doing that while I was growing up, its not like there is less free time and more money to be had, so I am not really sure how this is possible.

Really I'm just venting about the dogs because my dad doesn't want them in the house or near the house or in our possession at all really, and my mom wants them in the house spending quality time with her like watching tv and eating dinner and reading.  I get stuck in the middle with one telling me to let them in and the other telling me to keep them out.  I don't like being put in the middle of things.  What I hate more is super loud barking dogs early in the morning.  I feel like everyone in God's country can here them barking and that it must be annoying to the neighbors and embarrassing for us.  Then my mom will yell at them to stop barking which only adds to the noise and does not make them stop barking. haha oh coming home to your parents.  All the stuff I love getting away from is always put on a platter in front of me when I get back.  I would be ok with it if it didn't seem like I had to take someones side in the whole dog thing.  I'm pro animals, but it would be better if they were trained, had names, and weren't stickin their noses in my space.
Rob came over for a dinner that I cooked which was cool and then we went for a walk deep into the woods to check out all of the trees that had fallen and broken in the storm this past summer.  We talked for hours about our relationships and how confusing they can be at times.  He has an awesome girlfriend, but boy is she a tough one to understand sometimes.  I'm glad we have each other to talk about that stuff with.  Its nice to have a guys perspective instead of only my girlfriends.
I need to start going to bed earlier, I was all tucked in at 9, but here I am at 11 again.  At least I am reading an awesome book "The Bean Trees" super duper good. Everyone should read it!