My parents have the worst fucking dogs.
They piss on everything, they jump all over anyone, they jump right into your lap anytime someone sits down (they're shih tzu's) and they basically have free reign over the house
I make sure to close my door every time I leave, because if I don't they go in and piss on/mark every thing they can.
Someone went in my room while I was at work and forgot to close the door all the way.
Then everyone went and left the house.
Here are my casualties:
- My bass tuner
- A pair of pants
- A stack of comics
- A couple of drawings
- A shirt
Everything got pissed on. I hate my fucking dogs. I hate even more, the fact that my parents don't see them as animals and that it's okay, and NECESSARY to discipline them, but rather anytime I try to discipline the dogs, I somehow get yelled at for being mean to them. Fuck, it just pisses me off every time they do anything bad and my parents get pissed too, but don't do anything about it. Fuck and ughhhh