This is for all the rental places playing into the stereotypes when it comes to dogs: I got up today, got showered, dressed, etc. Then I let my vicious pit bull loose in the yard to go attack some poor, helpless being. He chose a weed as his hapless target and peed on it, mercilessly. I then took my own life in my hands and that of my child that I so obviously care nothing for (but that Id require background checks and blood and stool samples for) as I let him run in the house to continue his rein of terror and bloodshed. He mauled his food with qualm, taking each kibble down with a gentle crunch. Then as he approached our room to continue to assault our safety, we trembled in fear as he approached us with wagging tail (the HORROR) and hopeful eyes to ask if he could get on the bed, then turned around to plot his next attack while guilting me with said terrifying eyes to pretty please move his bed into the sunshine as he laid there and moped until I did it. I dont know how I made it out alive until now. Pardon me, my sarcasm is showing.
Posted on: Thu, 17 Jul 2014 14:15:53 +0000
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