(no subject)
If the choice is between prison and playing dress up with you, I choose prison.
You see, my FUR keeps me warm. Your sweaters only serve to insult me.
When I say "woof," I mean "I hate you."
As if it wasn't hard enough being called a 'b*tch' all the time; now you dress me up as an old drunken hooker.
If you think I won't eat you when you die, you're dead wrong.
Though I have provided all the evidence in the world, perhaps I should take this time to state a certain fact explicitly: I am a dog. I am NOT a CHILD.
As you must be retarded, I'll cut you some slack
If you wanted a bunny, why didn't you just buy one?
You'll rue the day you did this to me lady. Rue it.
Please remind me why I'm supposed to love you.
I give you everything I have to give and you still wish I was a Dalmatian...
I wish your husband took me with him when he left.
If I had hands I'd strangle you.
I suppose it could have been worse. You could've put me in a hair net so I'd look exactly like you do in the mornings. Oh... wait... you did.
What is wrong with you. Seriously. Did you not get enough love as a child? Is your world so completely devoid of meaning that you think dressing me as a flower is a form of care taking? I hope the house gets burgled tonight.
Oy vey. If only Moses would have left in that 11th Commandment: Thou shall not desecrate one's pet.
