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by Dead Rats » Mon May 11, 2009 7:33 am
I didn't get one wink of goddamn sleep last night because my dog was doing the ol' 'Scratch the door to come in...wait 5 minutes...scratch the door to go out...scratch the door to come in...wait 5 minutes...scratch the door to go out...Scratch the door to come in...wait 5 minutes...scratch the door to go out...scratch the door to come in...wait 5 minutes...scratch the door to go out...' and FUCK ME FUCKING SIDE-WAYS IT WENT ON ALL FUCKING NIGHT.
'Why didn't you just ignore him?', you say? Well, yeah, I would, but my room has somehow got acoustics that seem to actually defy every goddamn law and rule in the whole universe. I don't have to worry about anyone catching me rubbing one out, because the moment someone gets to the top of my stairs, I can hear the footsteps resonating in MY room, so you can sort of imagine how aggrivatingly loud this scratching was. Well, actually, you don't, I've just fucking told you it kept me up all night, so go eat a cock.
At one point I thought he might need a shit, so I went downstairs to let him out, and he didn't follow. I tapped the back door a couple of times to let him know that it was open, and nothing. "What the fuck?", I thought, as usually when the back doors open he steams out there, barking at nothing in particular. Anyway, I go upstairs, and what do I see? That fucking arsehole, laying there on my pillow, just shooting the shit. I couldn't have honestly been more offended if I came upstairs to witness Sir Alan Sugar pumping fist all over pictures of my ex-girlfriend.
Anyway, he looks at me out of the corner of his eye as if to say 'sup?'. I'll fucking tell you what's up, buddy, I'm about to punch your fucking nose off, coz' it's 3 in the morning and you're pushing me to the point now where I just feel like crying. I approach, ready to fling him violently from my bed. He knows. He knows, and he doesn't agree. So he starts growling at me, teeth showing and shit. Now, he's only a small and fat, but I'm pretty sure I would've lost something dangly if I would have approached him like I currently was. I changed my tone to the sweet and innocent 'cummon then, Gizmo! Cummon then! Good boy!' and he gives me a look that's got 'Unsold!' written all over it. I'd had enough by now, so I came downstairs and just started getting ready for work at 3 in the morning. I start at half 8.
TL;DR - My dogs a troll.
