... yea we're not friends. Especially this week.
Let me preface this by saying I LOVE dogs. I have a big 65lb shelter mutt who is pretty much the greatest thing since sliced bread, grew up with dogs, frequently pet random stranger's dogs, and would bring every homeless dog home if I could afford to.
However... I've never been a huge fan of little dogs. I don't know why. I always had big dogs growing up, and maybe I'm a bit biased. I've made great attempts to learn to love FI's 11 lb miniature doxie, but he's making it so hard.
This little dog is the most spoiled, needy animal I've ever met. He steals food, toys, and the bed from Mac (mine) and Mac just let's him because he's basically a giant teddy bear. Little dog will bark and whine and b!tch all day if I'm not paying attention to him. I work from home, sorry little dog... you're not top priority from 8-6.
But this week has been too much. First, I caught him chewing up the baseboards on the corner at the top of the stairs. Sprayed bitter apple all over it. So he started eating a door instead. Coated that in bitter apple. Today, he ate my brand new, worn only once, Clemson beanie (complete with embroaidered Tiger paw, ear flaps, and poofy thing up top). And I have to be the bad guy because the damn dog will act like an angel as soon as FI gets home.
The dog hates me.
Ok, I'm done. Thanks for reading my doggie b!tch fest.
