I am so exhausted my legs feel like they can't move. I feel sick, I feel tired, my brain feels dead. I can't walk my dog that is driving me crazy and won't let me write my paper that is due tomorrow. The things my dog does while I am counting down the hours to deadlines:
Breaks a purple ink pen on the light carpet making a huge stain
Steals a sharp cutting knife from the sink and runs around the apt. with the knife blade sticking out of his mouth, like he's the dog version of the Scream man.
Swallows a whole tampon
Attempts to chew the heel off a shoe
I wish my dog understood what "Bad Dog" meant.
A Dog Horror Movie
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