demonic_boppu

Oh good god, the dog, why must she be an absolute loon in the morning. Why, why must the dish be pushed around and barked at. Why must she run sprints back and forth to leap upon the futon and the couch. Why must my roommate let is alarm go off for like an hour and leave soda cans out for her to knock over. And why can't my boyfriend figure out that if he doesn't want her to chew something that he shouldn't leave it where the dog can get it.

here she is pretending to be a good dog

"What... I would never do these things you complain about, I am cute and adorable, all I want to do is lay here on this futon and get love"