anger anger anger

so I kind of have a vendetta against going to my dad's house, and here is a premium example of why:

first of all, I hate their dog. I came into my room to find a steaming piece of **** on my rug, along with its entire coat of fur.

my little sister was tired and cranky and watching baby shows while my dad and my stepmom were working late. she finally went to bed, my step brother took over the television, and I ended up watching Super Troopers in my sister's room. my sister went to bed afterwards, and I was going to when I found A PIECE OF DRIED UP DOG **** ON MY BLANKET.

so now I'm stuck waiting for the wash to finish, which is going to take like two hours to do if I want to do all my sheets and blankets. and I'm really tired.

I hate my life.
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Tell your dad he needs to train the dog to go outside and not in the house.

 

my dad hates the thing too; it's my stepmom that's keeping us from getting rid of it. I confronted her about it a few months ago, and let's just say that it didn't end well.
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I see. But while it's living there, couldn't anyone train it to not **** in the house?

 

it's too stupid. we've had it for five months and it can't even respond to it's name. it eats grass and bugs and attacks the sofa.
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Have you heard of the show It's me or the dog?

 

Sucks for you, huh?

 

i suggest shitting on the shit. that way water bill goes down you know joe the plumbers gonna get tired of cleanin' the pipes mhm

 

...oh my god...you are right.

 

Say you were attacked by a dog on your way home from school n' now you have Cynophobia.

 

It may leave a pressie outside the door. =/ Misty will walk out...N' WHOOSH! THERE GOES MISTY! =D

 

Simple:

Step one, find a cork.

Step two, use ductape.

Step three, case closed.

 

Fixed it! O:3

That'll backfire on you. Literally.

 

Step four, when all hell is about to break loose, put puppy in step mom's closet.

 

It's like killin' two birds with one stone. xD