Mar 11, 2013
Buddy
My dog is laying on the bed... he's always around.
I look around for a moment and think I see him on the windowsill but it's my fucking black coat. Tripping.
I look over and see my daughter's mini shopping cart and SWEAR I thought I saw the roomie's dog. Tripping.
Where's my other dog? She's probably finding a good hunk of carpet to piss on as usual. Dammit she's getting old and is hitting the end of her time. Hard decisions.
I let all three dogs outside and they're good and quiet for about five minutes, then
YAP YAP YAP!
They aren't little dogs either. Big furry pains in the asses.
You can have one for free. They are sure to steal any pizza on any counter/surface/table/end table/coffee table
