I woke up in a terrible, rotten, awful, no good mood today. My mood was only exacerbated by, upon letting the dog out to use the bathroom, noticing that she has turned my front yard into an official mud pit. It looks terrible and that's not an exaggeration.
I try to be a good pet owner, but the longer we've had Chicory, the more I discover that I am not a dog person. I try, I really do. But she has completely torn apart my front yard, my foyer, my white carpets..the list could go on and on and on. I hate the smell of dog. I hate the smell of dog food. So much that feeding her has turned into me choking down vomit every time I open the dog food container.
I don't feel a whole lot of joy when I have to let her out fifteen times a day in the cold weather, only to have her drag me up the concrete front steps and have my hand completely annihilated when I have to shield myself and my ever growing belly from hitting the pavement and getting seriously injured. (My hand wounds are still healing.)
God bless all of you that love and adore and think the world of your pets. And God bless all of you who are judging me and my discontentment.
Something that has made me smile today? Remy, in his wee overalls, trying to help me do laundry.
(P.S. - Before I get attacked...no. I do not hate our dog.)