If Satan were a dog…
He would have taken this form…
My mom’s dog has just got to be the worst dog in the world… for his diminutive size he likes to bully our beloved pooch and the other dogs in the house… If he suddenly wakes up in the dark and thinks he is all alone, he will scream as if he were being slaughtered… did I mention that he likes to pee all the time around the house? that mop has become a permanent fixture already outside of it’s closet…
My mother keeps telling me that if something happened to her pooch she would blame me… then of course I told her that that would be unfair… since I ain’t the only one who wants to see her pooch bite the dust… Me and the others swapped stories once. I told them that I usually deal with Brutus by locking him up in my Mom’s room when she’s not around… they then told me that they had one upped me by locking him up in the chicken coop…
I have no sympathy for this dog… he just makes all the other dog’s lives miserable…