surely i would have just hurt myself.
instead i stood in my yard crying and screaming the dogs name.
whoever decided i should spend two hours of my life every day
holding a string attached to another living creature while it takes a shit
is a damn fool.
you can tell me how cute my dog is
how much you LooOOOOooove yours.
but i don’t care.
there is not ONE single thing i like about the dog or being its owner.
if i wanna see the cuteness i’ll get a farking poster.
or dog sit.
but i hate the hours of my life i’ll never get back waiting for this animal
to perform some bodily function.
and i hate that half the rooms in my house reek of piss–
including the bedroom.
and i hate that my husband doesn’t seem to mind any of this.
in fact, he’ll even let the little fucker piss on the neighbors house because
“he likes that corner.”
nothing but indignities.