Here's the story, and I'll try to keep it unbiased so I can get actual responses, and not what I want to hear:
I forgot how my mother even got this dog, it was something about it being abandoned, and us adopting it, but we get this little dog (mini doberman) and all of the children absolutely adored it. We've had several dogs in the past, but due to other circumstances, we've had to give them away. We've only had one dog last longer than 2-3 years, but foolish, optimistic me, thought this one would last longer. Even still, I'd consider us to be a dog family.
My little brother (who's about 10) has kind of had a history of being rough with animals. I've always felt as if I have to watch him around our pets, or else he'd hurt them. An example for reference would be him mule-kicking one of our dogs into the T.V. The difference between this dog and the others we've had, is that the other dogs we've had have been labs and such, so they got big enough to fight back.
I've brought this issue up before, but to empty ears, every time I've said something to my mother, she's disregarded it, or said that he was just playing. Maybe I am excessively paranoid, but I still feel as if this is a cause for concern. I no longer live with my parents, so my opinion on him is even less important now.
I've gotten a lot of stories about how this happened, but none of them add up. Bottom line of the story is that he tossed the little chiuaua-esque dog off his top bunk, it fell funny, broke both front legs, and had to be put down.
When I hear that the dog died this way, I didn't even have ask if it was my little brother. I talked to my dad about it, and I told him that while this sucked, this wasn't exactly an isolated incident, and suggested that he and my mother place my brother in therapy. He said that he'd talk to my mother, but I told him I'd go ahead and talk to her for him.
Now here's where it gets 'funny': I call my mother, and say the same thing I said to my dad, but she starts getting defensive, saying stuff like that I was mean to animals when I was a kid (yeah when I was 2) and that he was really beat up about it, and that it really wasn't his fault (for a million different reasons), so I just kinda drop it, and tell her that I have things to do.
She ends up calling me back, almost in tears, saying how I don't understand what they're going through, and saying a bunch of bullshit comments about how she's not a bad parent, and that I couldn't possibly be saying this, it was MY older brother telling me what to say (which I lol'd to) to which I reply with a simple: "You can try to defend him or sweep this under the rug all you'd like, but that doesn't change the fact that there is a problem, especially since things like this don't happen with your other kids" to which she replied with "I guess your mind is made up then" and hangs up.
After that, my older sister calls me up (I HATE my older sister) and starts counseling me on how I don't know my little brother like she does, and that I couldn't possibly understand anything that happens (because apparently I'm stupid)
TL;DR My brother kills a dog, I say something about it, so my mother's going around to all of my family, saying that I think my little brother is a serial killer, and that I'm a terrible human being with no regard for how what I say affects my family