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I swear to god, if my mother's stupid fucking dog somehow gets into my room again when I'm not home, EVEN THOUGH I KNOW I SHUT THE DOOR ALL THE WAY, and eats up another pair of my favorite underware that's waiting to be washed, I'm going to beat that fucking dog with a hammer. I'm sick of it, and I'm sick of that dog never being punished for anything it does wrong. Oh, he chewed up one of my sandles, a couple pairs of my mom's shoes, and mom says he doesn't now any better. Maybe if the dog were repremaned for his bad behavior, he's know better. I hate that dog with every fiber of my body.