Bad Dog Mom

I swear, I feel like calling Lab Rescue. The Black Beast is on my last nerve.  He’s a freaking 105 lb toddler. UGH. During this afternoon’s walk, he was a menace. Trying to dart across busy streets to sniff strange doggy butts…growling and leaping at little girls in pink rain slickers (oh how he hates little girls in pink – if they had had doll strollers, it would have been mayhem)…final straw…he dragged me across the street to find and eat *something* that some asshat kindly threw out of their car…words out of my mouth, to my DOG with a brain the size of a pea? “I hope you f*cking choke on it!”

Someone needs a vacation! *sing songs*

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