End of My Life

I got woken up 7:30 this morning by my dad dragging my dog [aka best thing in the world to me] off of my bed. Sparky then runs back in, and my dad tells me to put my hearing aids on so he can talk to me. He, like a lot lately, basically tells me that he's really had it with the dogs and is going to put Sparky down. The old dog door we had was falling apart and literally falling off the wall. So my dad put up a new and shiny one. They [my 2 dogs] are basically scared of it, since it's new and harder to get through. We've been trying to work with them but it's not so successful. I was just gonna give it some time. But my dad has been impatient and the random poop and pee in the house isn't helping. We first thought it was Roxy, but this morning my dad caught Sparky in the act. He told me if this doesn't stop he's going to put him down, and if I want to keep him [which I obviously do] I have to work with him this weekend on it. I just spent the last 15 minutes crying and trying. I think it's becoming more effective. I told my dad I think they are getting a hold of it, but he reminded me that if the pooping continues it's basically the end. My eyes are swollen, and I haven't cried in front of my dad yet but I'm sure it's obvious. There's no point in arguing with him. No point in telling him this will be the worst death aside from his own that I will yet to endure. No point in telling him I'm going to be an utter mess. No point in telling him that these circumstances of him being angry being the result of his euthanizing, will cause me to never forgive him for it. No point. But what I can do is make sure these damn dogs learn to use that goddamn doggy door.