That Darn Dog.

FUCK THAT DAMN DOG.

Who's learning from who, the DOG or the KIDS!?!?

OH.

MY.

FUCKING.

GOD.

SOMEONE PLEASE, PRETTY PLEASE, HAND ME A FUCKING SHANK. The FUCKING DOG, OMFG THE FUCKING DOG...

THE F U C K I N G D O G who I made sleep outside b/c apparently while I was in the bathroom yesterday, someone nailed her to the cross/disemboweled her all over the kitchen floor, YES THAT DOG...

I go outside to bring her in finally.. I'm over it, I didn't have to clean the shit, so I'm good, right?? Right.. Bring the fucking dog in, noticing that it looks like she's holding her bladder or something.. But I figured, the dog's kinda sketchy ANYWAY, prob just that...

NOT MORE THAN FIVE [5] 1, 2, 3, 4 AND THEN THE NEXT NUMBER OF MINUTES LATER, THIS BITCH IS PISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGG IN THE GODDAMN KITCHEN AGAIN ______________________.......

DID YOU REALLY JUST HOLD YOUR FUCKING PISS OUTSIDE!?!?

I CAN'T BREATHE RIGHT NOW, THAT'S HOW MAD/DUMBFOUNDED I AM.

This family MOOOOSSSSSSTTTTT DEEEEEFFFF = THE STUPIDS.

I'M DONE. I QUIT. NOT THIS JOB, BUT LIFE ITSELF. I'D RATHER BABYSIT THE SON OF SAM @ THIS POINT IN TIME.