Eight more years...
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Instead of being asleep at 16:58 on 26 February 2005, kitt created this:
Only eight more years to go. Eight more years. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight. Eight.
I am so tired of:
- the barking
- the whining
- getting pushed out of bed by a dog
- being unable to have sex in my own bed because there's a dog between the two of us
- the licking sounds (there's nothing in your crotch, dog!)
- the open wound on the leg
- the whining
- the hovering whenever I'm in the kitchen
- the staring while I'm sitting in the bathroom
- butt wipes on my brand spanking new rug
- being unable to head out of town on a whim because we have to find someone to take care of them
- imposing on friends to take care of them
- the whining
- the upturned trashcans
- the $400 a month dog food bills
- the emergency room runs
- the $300 a month veterinary bills
- finding dog hairs in my underwear
- finding dogs eating my underwear