I’ve gotten a lot of birthday perks in my email lately so I decided to use one tonight at Papa Murphy’s. I would get a free side of cookie dough if I bought a pizza, so I did. A deLite chicken artichoke spinach bacon yummyness….
On the way home I stopped at the liquor store looking for Razzmatazz.. but only found Pomegranate schnapps…which was fine.
I let out one xlarge sigh, turned around looked at Ellie in the back seat and she hunched down… i went to smack her and she snarled and bit me. She continued to snarl at me so I opened the back door and smacked her on her ass.
Once I got home I got everything out of the car, however the dog didn’t come easily she wanted to stay in there because she knew she was in trouble.
She immediately hid under the bed when we got inside i had to shoo her out with a broom, in order to discipline her and then lock her in the dark bathroom…
So, that was my $14 dinner.. in a bowl…
I don’t understand why after nearly 6 years of co-habitation, this dog is still so fucking ungrateful. She has a home, she gets walks, love, and her own food all day long. She’s never once gone without a meal while I’ve had her, she has people to watch her while i’m out of town and she goes to the dog park on occasion.
Why can’t she behave her self? Why can’t she control her self and her temptations? What the fuck is wrong with her?
While she was locked in the bathroom I tried to eat some of my bowl of toppings…and i just fucking lost it…started crying and shaking my head. I just needed a release I guess… She’s just stressing me out. I tried to be nice, take her for a ride since she’s stuck inside lately because of the heat. But, she’s in a nice AC’d apt still, no respect for my shit.
I’ve just about finished my drink and some of my food… but i’m still angry and shaky and pissed the fuck off.
I texted Josh to see if she could come over and stay the night because i don’t even wanna fucking look at her, but him and his gf are “having some discussions” tonight…so that’s a no…so she’s been let out of the bathroom and is now laying on the living room floor…but i’m not talking to her or looking at her.
I think we need a pet psychic/communicator to figure out what the fuck her problem is.