This was a traumatic morning at Casa de Pug.
Someone (SONNY) peed on the floor. Twice. Even though that someone (SONNY) had gone outside a billion times.
The Aggie and I really wanted to hate him for this because, you know, HE IS PEEING ON THE GODDAMNED FLOOR. But we restrained ourselves because the little fellow is getting on up in age and experiencing serious problems with his hip and back end. Without going into too much detail, Sonny can't really control his bladder. We've talked about his before. It's no secret that Sonny is known for his urinating and pooping WHILE RUNNING. It's how he rolls and is a result of years of abuse before he came to live with us. So we tolerate a lot.
Well, I tweeted this morning about falling down and a reader wrote me a direct message that said "what did he do to throw you down" and I -- foolishly -- answered with the truth: Sonny peed on the floor, it was dark and I slipped in it.
To which this Pig Whore Troll writes: "Too bad. Is it time to think about letting him go?"
I write back: "Go where?"
Pig Whore Troll responds: "Have him put to sleep. It's for his own good."
WAIT. A. FUCKING. MINUTE. PIG WHORE TROLL. LET'S NOT GET ALL DR. KEVORKIAN.
Yeah, I tried for an hour or so to write her an appropriate response, but frankly I just couldn't sum up all my feelings of hate into the 140 characters allowed by Twitter. Plus, I'm pretty sure I'd breech some kind of decency laws if I posted my real thoughts on there. Thus this post.
Seriously Pig Whore Troll, where do you get off suggesting I put down my sweet little dog WHO STILL LOVES LIFE because he can't control a body function that inconveniences me? When you're a diaper-wearing old bitch shuffling around the nursing home I'll be sure and tell your children: "Just put her to sleep. It's for her own good."
You see, the fact is, I care for my dogs and cat more than I like most people so it's a safe bet that I'd rather slip in Sonny the Pug's piss than yours, Pig Whore Troll.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go ice my butt.
Someone (SONNY) peed on the floor. Twice. Even though that someone (SONNY) had gone outside a billion times.
The Aggie and I really wanted to hate him for this because, you know, HE IS PEEING ON THE GODDAMNED FLOOR. But we restrained ourselves because the little fellow is getting on up in age and experiencing serious problems with his hip and back end. Without going into too much detail, Sonny can't really control his bladder. We've talked about his before. It's no secret that Sonny is known for his urinating and pooping WHILE RUNNING. It's how he rolls and is a result of years of abuse before he came to live with us. So we tolerate a lot.
Well, I tweeted this morning about falling down and a reader wrote me a direct message that said "what did he do to throw you down" and I -- foolishly -- answered with the truth: Sonny peed on the floor, it was dark and I slipped in it.
To which this Pig Whore Troll writes: "Too bad. Is it time to think about letting him go?"
I write back: "Go where?"
Pig Whore Troll responds: "Have him put to sleep. It's for his own good."
WAIT. A. FUCKING. MINUTE. PIG WHORE TROLL. LET'S NOT GET ALL DR. KEVORKIAN.
Yeah, I tried for an hour or so to write her an appropriate response, but frankly I just couldn't sum up all my feelings of hate into the 140 characters allowed by Twitter. Plus, I'm pretty sure I'd breech some kind of decency laws if I posted my real thoughts on there. Thus this post.
Seriously Pig Whore Troll, where do you get off suggesting I put down my sweet little dog WHO STILL LOVES LIFE because he can't control a body function that inconveniences me? When you're a diaper-wearing old bitch shuffling around the nursing home I'll be sure and tell your children: "Just put her to sleep. It's for her own good."
You see, the fact is, I care for my dogs and cat more than I like most people so it's a safe bet that I'd rather slip in Sonny the Pug's piss than yours, Pig Whore Troll.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go ice my butt.
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