Accurrrrsed leetle verrrmin
I came home last night around 12:30 and called for the dogs to go outside, then left the door mostly closed while I went about my business indoors. I heard the jingle of the collar of my current roomate's Jack Russel terrier almost immediately, and I strode back into the living room to see why he had returned so quickly and shoo him back outside.
Only to find him squatting on the carpet in the middle of the floor.
Now, the place where I live at the moment perpetually smells like poop and pee because of this little dog. And it isn't because he doesn't get ample opportunity to go out, nor is it because he is old and can't hold it. No, it is because he is a willful little dog, and he would rather relieve himself in the living room than outside.
My experiences in my youth taught me to despise little dogs. In the past year and a half, that impression has just been reinforced. They're willful, territorial, and determined to make an entire house smell like their piss. From this moment on I am swearing it- I'll never live with a little dog again. My experiences have taught me to hate them, and resisting the urge to drop kick a tiny dog is just too stressful. Particularly when they squat in front of you to piss on something, knowing that you won't hurt them.
It isn't worth the cost to my humanity, it isn't worth the smell, it isn't worth what companionship they bring and it isn't worth the aggravation overall. In my new roomie situation one of my roomates exclaimed upon hearing that I had Max, "Can I get a dog too?"
Sure you can. If he's as immaculately behaved as Max. Otherwise, no. Simple as that. I'm not putting up with this any more.
Now off to the shower and off to work. The bosses are out of town as of today, and it'se time for me to step up and do the big job. No problema. Here's hoping they are willing to pay me today rather than Tuesday when they get back, as I am going to need the money to move. I figured out yesterday that I originally moved into this place on the 12th, so really I am only skipping out on 2 days of rent on my old place. I might just leave him the twenty something dollars and a note to explain. Or maybe not. That's what he gets for being a passive aggressive douchebag to me.
Don't mind the nervous grin, I'm fine. I can handle it. Totally. Run the business and ninja move out on my current roomate while helping my three new ones get it together all in one weekend. Piece a cake.
Only to find him squatting on the carpet in the middle of the floor.
Now, the place where I live at the moment perpetually smells like poop and pee because of this little dog. And it isn't because he doesn't get ample opportunity to go out, nor is it because he is old and can't hold it. No, it is because he is a willful little dog, and he would rather relieve himself in the living room than outside.
My experiences in my youth taught me to despise little dogs. In the past year and a half, that impression has just been reinforced. They're willful, territorial, and determined to make an entire house smell like their piss. From this moment on I am swearing it- I'll never live with a little dog again. My experiences have taught me to hate them, and resisting the urge to drop kick a tiny dog is just too stressful. Particularly when they squat in front of you to piss on something, knowing that you won't hurt them.
It isn't worth the cost to my humanity, it isn't worth the smell, it isn't worth what companionship they bring and it isn't worth the aggravation overall. In my new roomie situation one of my roomates exclaimed upon hearing that I had Max, "Can I get a dog too?"
Sure you can. If he's as immaculately behaved as Max. Otherwise, no. Simple as that. I'm not putting up with this any more.
Now off to the shower and off to work. The bosses are out of town as of today, and it'se time for me to step up and do the big job. No problema. Here's hoping they are willing to pay me today rather than Tuesday when they get back, as I am going to need the money to move. I figured out yesterday that I originally moved into this place on the 12th, so really I am only skipping out on 2 days of rent on my old place. I might just leave him the twenty something dollars and a note to explain. Or maybe not. That's what he gets for being a passive aggressive douchebag to me.
Don't mind the nervous grin, I'm fine. I can handle it. Totally. Run the business and ninja move out on my current roomate while helping my three new ones get it together all in one weekend. Piece a cake.