So, last night at like, 6:00 AM (this was before I went to sleep, well I passed out and woke up but that's not the point) I went to the basement to use the bathroom.
My dog won't let me go because he really needs to pee.
And I mean REALLY needs to go pee, he was barking and jumping and looking completely /insane/.
So I let him out, but he wouldn't let me put the dumb leash on, so I thought he'd come in after words.
He didn't.
I chased and called him around in flip flops, shorts and a 3/4 sleeve shirt trying to get him back inside in the freaking dark. (He ran to our old house, around the street, all over the driveway and the backyard which is a forest.) It doesn't work, so I call my mom to get my brother to do it. My brother has a giant spazz and after ten minutes brings the dog back in.
He gets yelled at by our crazy neighbor and starts screaming at me for getting him into trouble. Oh yeah, they even called the cops. And I'm wondering why they would...
And next morning he starts bitching out to me about it saying how everything I do is a failure and that I shouldn't have let the dog out in the first place. Then because I talked back he cut my internet.
I feel bad that he got yelled at by the crazy neighbor, I really do. But every time I try to talk somewhat reasonably with him he twists my words and changes the subjects so that I ALWAYS sound like the asshole.
Now what he doesn't know is that whenever the dog really needs to go out and pee I let him out. This was the first time the dog ran wild. And apparently I let the dog run around all the time because my dog shit on our neighbors lawn.
Which is really interesting because there's a bloody fence (and a cliff) that serves as a boundary line between our backyard from theirs.
And that was basically my night in a nutshell. I officially dislike dogs now and wish instead of a dog we owned a cat.
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