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I awoke to dog shit this morning. all outside my door. My stupid dog wouldnt stop barking now i know why. I feel bad, but then thinking back on the hour it took me to clean it all up off the carpet I feel that I am somewhat justified at being mad. Oh well, at least I have Potter to keep me company today while my parents traverse the concrete maze of condominiums in Palm Springs. I think I might go get dogunts to reward myself (huzzah for really feeling like a fatty going there all by myself and all). Oh well... Life goes on after you take the time to clean up the shit.