I can put up with just about anything my two furbabies throw at me. They ate my good shoes the other day (my fault I left them out), they dig holes (my fault they're bored), the new one Roxy has accidents (I just don't know her queue's yet), they bark at everyone and everything (not sure if this is my fault or not but since everything else is why not)
But I cannot tolerate being whined awake at 6am on a Saturday morning! Seriously, it makes me want to do horrible things I can't type here for fear of being reported to some agency or something. I stayed up late last night too, well late for me, watching Comedy Central, only because I thought I could sleep in.
What the CRAP! As my daughter would say.
Anyone want a dog?
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