Realizing that my Motha has decided to be useless yet again,
I am deciding to give her a taste of her own medicine.
There are several
reasons why Shelby needs Motha: Food. Drink. Litter box. Treats. Catnip.
Scratches. Kill the dog (she fails). Oasis.
She has chosen to do only two things correctly today... (food
and drink)
That's probably due in part to the fact that I am probably being
punished for spitting in her mouth last night while she slept. Fatha usually
takes care of cleaning my litter...he's great! They both switch back and forth
for the treats, catnip and scratches duties.
Anywhoo....today I was running my morning marathon
downstairs, chasing the things that aren't there. The invisible things led me
upstairs and I stopped for a moment to take a drink from Father's left-over
shower water. (Dont knock it til you try it!)
...that's when I saw Motha
rubbing the retard, useless, disgusting dog's belly and scratching his ears. I
mean, honestly!! She expects me to allow her to scratch me with those dog
infested hands?! Hell no bitch! She fails again!!
So now I will put the dogs stinky chew toy in her lunchbox,
right next to her salty pretzel treats. No, wait...I'm taking those!
Hah!
