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Let me tell you a little something about my bed.
I fucking love my bed. I've spent no less than $1,000 on my bed. That is no small sum of what little I have. My mattress was something along the lines of 500, I dropped about 300 for my duvet and duvet cover alone, let alone the sheets.
Let me tell you a rather well known fact about me. I am a fucking clean freak. In fact I am rather neurotic. At work I won't touch door knobs if I know it'll be a while before I get to wash my hands.
It should come as no surprise then that I don't like pets. They drag dirt and dander into the house and generally make it not very clean. Like, at all they make a house filthy.
My brother despite me telling him that if they get another dog, that I will move out-- bought another dog. And let me tell you, he planned it at the most perfect time because I just told him that I had to drop everything I had on tuition. Everything. So I would of course be broke and not be able to carry out this threat.
So he gets a dog. The one ONLY request I had was that he kept the fucking dog out of my room, particularly my bed.
After getting home in a particularly foul mood because again I had to park about half a mile away from the house. I found that the dog had indeed done his business on my duvet. Not so surprisingly I straight up lost it. In fact I had to beat a wall so my mom would get off me so I could storm out of the house so I would murder a certain puppy.
So I stormed out. Without my keys. Without my glasses. Without my wallet.
So they told me that they "cleaned it." After not being home for almost 7 hours. They look my duvet cover off my duvet. Left my duvet on my bed and that was it. Angered that they hadn't even taken my damn duvet off the bed OR the sheets off I ripped stuff off my bed. I go to throw it into the garage as I no longer intend to use it ever again I notice that the duvet cover was JUST FUCKING SITTING THERE.
To top it all off, they're just sitting there watching a movie. My brother doesn't even brother to try to apologize. In fact when I confronted him on not having apologized, he didn't say a damn thing and looked at my blankly and then gave an unconvincing apology followed with "it's a dog!"
He's not even fucking sorry. He doesn't think he's done a single thing wrong.
Now tell me, dog lovers out there, who the fuck is wrong in this situation?
I fucking love my bed. I've spent no less than $1,000 on my bed. That is no small sum of what little I have. My mattress was something along the lines of 500, I dropped about 300 for my duvet and duvet cover alone, let alone the sheets.
Let me tell you a rather well known fact about me. I am a fucking clean freak. In fact I am rather neurotic. At work I won't touch door knobs if I know it'll be a while before I get to wash my hands.
It should come as no surprise then that I don't like pets. They drag dirt and dander into the house and generally make it not very clean. Like, at all they make a house filthy.
My brother despite me telling him that if they get another dog, that I will move out-- bought another dog. And let me tell you, he planned it at the most perfect time because I just told him that I had to drop everything I had on tuition. Everything. So I would of course be broke and not be able to carry out this threat.
So he gets a dog. The one ONLY request I had was that he kept the fucking dog out of my room, particularly my bed.
After getting home in a particularly foul mood because again I had to park about half a mile away from the house. I found that the dog had indeed done his business on my duvet. Not so surprisingly I straight up lost it. In fact I had to beat a wall so my mom would get off me so I could storm out of the house so I would murder a certain puppy.
So I stormed out. Without my keys. Without my glasses. Without my wallet.
So they told me that they "cleaned it." After not being home for almost 7 hours. They look my duvet cover off my duvet. Left my duvet on my bed and that was it. Angered that they hadn't even taken my damn duvet off the bed OR the sheets off I ripped stuff off my bed. I go to throw it into the garage as I no longer intend to use it ever again I notice that the duvet cover was JUST FUCKING SITTING THERE.
To top it all off, they're just sitting there watching a movie. My brother doesn't even brother to try to apologize. In fact when I confronted him on not having apologized, he didn't say a damn thing and looked at my blankly and then gave an unconvincing apology followed with "it's a dog!"
He's not even fucking sorry. He doesn't think he's done a single thing wrong.
Now tell me, dog lovers out there, who the fuck is wrong in this situation?