I really dislike dogs. Which is why I'm a bit horrified this week that I seem to have adopted a giant beast of one. Its a temporary arrangement, but its causing rather a lot of irreversible damage to the interior of my home.
She belongs to my ex-partner and father of my child, who lives with his brother who also has a Dog Beast. But a boy...and its mating season. I know what you're thinking. Why didn't I Just Say No? Partly because Ramsey adores the dog and partly because, ridiculously, I thought walking it might be the exercise I need to burn off all those cakes I've been eating for breakfast. Which I suppose might be true but more energy is expelled trying not to have my arm wrenched out of its socket.
Do you have a dog? Please tell me why anyone would chose to be woken up by a giant slobbering poop-machine?
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