The woman on the phone has been for the most part sympathetic, but asking for a safety plan, using words like, "Can you contain him if needed?"
He's not a vicious dog, Goddammit. I was crying about it earlier but now I'm just mad.
I told her we'd fill out the questionnaires they sent (yes, more fucking paperwork), but I'm so over this.
I don't think I can convince Flip that these people are here to help, now that I'm mad at them.