Got pulled home from a camping trip by my wife. My frickstick husky got wound up and tried to go from playing with a 130lbs akita to playing with a 3 month old kitten. It was a stray we took in just a month ago because my kids really wanted it. This fricking dog misbehaves and gets wild every God darn fricking time I'm not around anymore, I don't know if I should be mad at him or my darn wife for not beingable to handle the dog she wanted. I just spent two hours trying to comfort my daughter, she's spent every waking minute cuddling her since we brought her in. And it's her fricking birthday, I get to burry my daughters cat for her fricking birthday.
Frick you dog I hate you.
RIP Luna I'm sorry.
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Dogs > cats
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Wrong
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Actually I'm right
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Yes, but my daughters happiness > both. Thus the cat after even though i said never again when the old one finally died. It's panned out real fricking well though
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