I love my dog, but she drives me crazy.

One dog owner’s confession

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One night, before I was about to go to sleep, my dog Miley sat by my side and nudged me. She could sense that I was feeling down.

Come on, things aren’t so bad,

I imagined her saying.

All we need is each other and we’ll be ok.

She was the sweetest little angel.

Until I saw her pooping on my rug.

Fuck you dog!

She looked at me, horrified but still squatting.

Then she quickly finished her business, rubbed her butt across the carpet, and went on her merry little way. It felt like one giant “fuck you!”

Meanwhile, she never felt any guilt. She simply saw and heard me yell, then got confused.

Now I had to clean up all of her stinky shit and I barely had any paper towels left. I placed her carefully in the bathroom with her dog bed. Once she was adequately secured, I shut the bathroom door and went to sleep.

I woke up the next morning with a feeling of dread.

I cautiously opened the bathroom door. Unsurprisingly, the floor was covered in brown goo and her bed was drenched…