Lucky You Are Cute

I tell you something, this damn dog thinks she runs the house. Barking, scratching, acting all doggy. Who the hell does she think she is? A gift for my daughter, who feeds her? ME! Who walks her? ME! Who plays with her ? ME! I kind of predicted this outcome when the wife “made an executive decision” despite my objections on buying the dog. Now I’m stuck with this furry friend that eats, poops and causes general mayhem. And by mayhem, I mean eating furniture, eating the house (molding mostly), eating various toys, and by my own estimate, at least $400 is shoes (so far). All I got to say is, it’s a damn good thing you are cute!