It was nice out yesterday. The weather finally broke, so I thought, yeah I'lll go out and do a little yard work. Hum, hum hum, I go into the back yard. THERE"S DOG SHIT EVERYWHERE! and I mean EVERYWHERE!
I couldn't believe I got that far into the yard without stepping in it. The smell was sickening. The entire yard no more than a foot distance between piles of festering, fetid shit. I guess it's been frozen till now and therefore not rotted away into the grass. The yard is unusable, can't even rake it till all that excrement is cleaned up. WHY do people own dogs? WHY?
And the other day the dog comes in, and I realize after a bit he's got something, and he's got it on the rug and rolling over & over on it, and smearing it all over the rug and himself. Wanna know what it is? It's a piece of rotting meat from some garbage can somewhere. Rancid, rotting MEAT! And now it's on the fucking RUG!
I wanted to puke the stench of decaying flesh was so bad. GodDamn fucking Dog.
Oh yeah, the cabinet door fix?? You guessed it: The fucking animal tore the cabinet open again and got the trash everywhere. Despite the new locks.
What the fuck am I going to DO with this sonofabitch asshole bastard fuckheaded DOG!!!? I am SO, SO sick of dealing with this.
I hate dogs.....HATE THEM!