Nice day the other day. Dog is rolling in the dust and grass, and wants to go in now. He's covered in a thick layer of dirt dust and dead grass. GF is letting him in and I'm like "um can you brush him off first...?" So she pats off some of it says to Dirtbag Dog "...awww he's such a neat freak, mommy wuvs puppywuppy yes she does *kiss*kiss*...."
Yeah I'm such a neat freak -- there's something wrong with me because I don't want that dirt and grass covered animal coming in and filthing up the house. I"M THE FUCKED UP ONE! Right?
How much of this stupid shit am I supposed to take?
I HATE DOGS!