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I hate coming up with these stupid post titles. I never know where I'm going with my writing, and most of the time my writing is not all on a single subject. So therefore I have decided to give each post a letter of the alphabet (in alphabetical order) and once I run out of those I will begin to use interesting combinations.
Okay so whenever my dog has "accidents" in his kennel or in the house, guess who gets to clean it up? Yeah, me. Honestly, I wouldn't care half as much if not for the fact that when someone yells for me to clean it up, it's not one of those "Oh, thank you so much! I am so grateful that you are cleaning up this disgusting mess!" No. Instead, I am scolded at for my dog going to the bathroom in the wrong place. Because of course, that's MY fault. I totally see their point. I mean, it's no secret that I signaled to my dog to go ahead and take a dump on the floor so that I can have the pleasure of cleaning it up! I would much rather be bathed in the suffocating odor of feces than have a peaceful bubble bath. (This was sarcasm in case you didn't catch on.)
So there you have it. First complaint. Done.