Wednesday, September 23, 2009
I have never been the most patient person I know. I don't really like to wait, especially on other people. The thing that brings me to my very lowest threshold for tolerance or patience of any kind is my dog. She is not a bad dog. Everyone tells me how great she is all the time. Nothing incites pure rage in my like my animail. For example, today, after she peed and pooped on the carpet, I put her out the front door for fear that I would cause her bodily harm. I cannot tolerate the dog any longer, and yet I have no option in terms of ridding myself of her. She is my punishment sent from God for whatever it is that deserves punishment. If I had a huge house with a yard and somewhere to put her, I could probably develop a fondness for her. In this close proximity though, I'm lukcy I haven't hurt her. I know this makes me a bad person, but I don't think there is anything I can do to fix it. Someone tell me how to stop hating her. . .