YOU AINT NEVER CAUGHT A RABBIT AND YOU AINT NO FRIEND OF MINE!!!!!!

My fabulous morning was balanced out by hitting every red light during my evening commute and coming home to 6 articles of clothing and my tripod on my bed, shredded. (tripod isn’t shredded, just the case) 6 is just the number that I counted on the bed, there was a shirt ruined in the dogs crate (that one mustve been special to them) and who knows what I’ll find on the floor. I have been keeping the bedroom door shut when I leave because I am not particularly fond of picking up my clothes, but today I mustve forgotten and I pay the price. My parents tried for years to train me to always pick up my clothes. Now, at the age of 30, I will be trained to do so by two shit for brains, ungrateful mongrels I call pets.
The total number of ruined clothes since I moved in here (less than a month ago) is probably exceeding 20 pieces at this time. I cannot look at these dogs right now and had a hard time even taking them out and feeding them because I am so beyond pissed. I live in this overpriced smurf carpeted vanilla hot box for THEM! On the bright side, I have less laundry to do. The down side, I hate my dogs, have nothing to wear and lots of messes of shredded fabric to clean up off my bed and other various places in my apt. Brightside/downside, Im undecided at this moment- eating fabric can cause fatal intestinal blockages. I know for a fact (Buster) that it’s $800 to get fabric removed from a dogs stomach. I also know for a fact that if I had an expendable $800, I would buy new clothes instead. The End.

(Busters post rope toy removal surgery scar 2006)