My Parents Disgust Me

When my dog goes on a walk she revels in the beautiful air and surroundings finally available to her after a sulking day of lounging on the furniture.  I let her smell everything, poop and pee on everything, and spend as much time as she needs on any one spot of earth.

So when I go on a walk with my parents it saddens me when I see them walk a constant pace and never allow my puppy the time of day to sniff and awe at the world she sees but once or twice a day.  They'll yank her, yell at her, throw her around.  I can't help but hold my anger in--they walk for exercise, I walk for beauty.

My Dog Has A Boyfriend

He's a German Shepherd; he's my ex-girlfriends dog, and he is a sniffer--rarely a barker.

She's a Beagledor; she's my pride and joy, and is a whiner, a barker, and part beagle--but that's redundant.

They kind of dated for a while (all over my house, mind you) but only after the third date did they decide to commit to something more serious.

Now they yearn for each other daily.  Really fucking pisses me off sometimes.

I hate how my blogs are so niche.  They shouldn't be, yet they are.

But I love the world so I can't complain.

Comment if you believe I should update this blog more often.  If it gets more popular I'll probably change the template as well--gotta keep up with the times.

Until then, stay classy, sharp, and never out of it.

~intelligence