In a selfish fit of rage last night I yelled at the dog and made him sniff his own poop. Smacked his nose and tossed him in his crate where I left him for the night.
It blows my mind how two people can sit there, doing nothing and NOT see this dog crap in the floor? Is TV that damn good?
Ugh!!
Needless to say, hormones or maybe just life in general has brought me to this evil person that I am now, constantly fighting with a dog that only wants to poop and pee and bark.
I shouldn't be so angry, at times it's hard not to though.
When you've got the weight of the world on your shoulders and a list of shit that has to be done ....
I just want to run away... They will follow me though .. Nothing will ever get any better.
This is my life..
How do I take my own advice? How do I simply Hang in There?
