My dog is a gonner. I'm gonna kill her, and explain it nicely to the ASPCA. When they hear what she did, they'll condone my actions. It's completely justified.
This morning, we go outside, she does her thing...twice... and then we head back in. I go in to the bathroom to finish getting ready. In the reflection of the mirror I can see she's sitting on my bed. Then, I see what she's doing...she's PEEING. ON MY BED. Her nastiness got on the bedspread and my "5th Grade Rocks" Tshirt that I had just laid out. I may have freaked out a little. And she may have gotten the spanking (on her nose) of her lifetime. And she may be banished to her kennel for the rest of her life.
Then, I got in my car, and my favorite pair of jeans took their last breath and walked into the light. Split. Right down the inner thigh. You've GOT to be kidding me.
I got a Light N' Fluffy from Smoothie King. He's the only one who understands. (the king, that is.)
Yorkie-Silky-Evil-Terrier for sale. Any takers?
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