Dog shit

    My life revolves around dog shit. I have to be home
at a certain time to avoid it inside. I can’t go away for the weekend
without planning otherwise the house will be full of it. I have to walk
the dog every damn night so that I can pick it up outside instead of
inside. Despite my best planning, the dog has all but ruined the
upstairs hallway with it. I’m done with dogs, I didn’t want this one,
and I’m sure as hell never owning another one. Yes I’m a bit bitter,
you would be too if you had to clean this mess up. I’ve stopped for the
night because my back and legs were already sore from work and I can’t
bend over any longer today. Sorry, just had to vent…


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