Done With Dogs

I am done with dogs. I’m never getting any more. They come begging for a walk as soon as I get up, then they stand there in the middle of the road and stare off into space. Every day. They don’t poop or pee till they get back inside the house. They USED to poop and pee outside, but I guess they forgot. Why pee outside? It’s so easy and convenient to do it in the house.

I wake up, they start begging for a walk. Every time I turn around they’re there with that look on their faces, “Don’t forget we need a walk!”. When I get home from work, they’re desperate for a walk. Then they stand in the middle of the road and stare up the street. They don’t poop or pee. Half the time I have to pee when I get home from work. I’m standing there with my back teeth floating, I have to pee so bad and the damn dawgs just stand there and stare. Waste of my time. I wouldn’t even come home after work if I didn’t have to take them out. I’d go swim and get a little exercise in my life.

The dogs are killing me. The frustration and anger they cause is a fraction of the pleasure they give.

7 thoughts on “Done With Dogs

  1. It’s lunchtime and I’m not mad at my dogs any more. They can stay. I kind of wish I didn’t post this post but I won’t delete it.

  2. Sometimes it’s good to get things off your chest. I am glad you like your dogs again. With cats, all you do is give them food and water and keep their litter boxes clean and they are happy as clams. Oh yes, and a lap to sit on now and then while scratching their ears.

  3. Yeah, I don’t think there is anyone that doesn’t have a bad day or two…some more. It’s not the dogs, it’s things not quite the way you like it. Been there.

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