I was late for work this morning because my roommate’s dog to a massive shit on the floor and I had to clean it up.

She’s out of town and my other roommate was sleeping and he did it right as I was about to leave. I’m so done. He has been nothing but a nuisance for me all week and his owner should be back tomorrow. So I texted my roommate (the one who’s here) that I’m not walking him any more. My leg hurts and every time I walk him he pulls so much it messes with the way I walk and I’m just done. DONE. I don’t care how cute a dog is, as soon as you shit on the floor out of spite you are dead to me. And this was a spiteful shit, I could tell. He has never done this, he had some pee accidents when he was on medication but always looked completely remorseful of those, he was prancing around about this one, it was a revenge shit. Well you know what my revenge is? When I get home, I’m going straight to my room and locking the door because fuck this. It’s not my dog. And my other roommate who’s here has been who knows where most of these days and I’ve been downplaying just how much pain I’m in. Like just because I’m walking doesn’t mean walking a dog at the end of the day when it tries to run and pull the whole time is something I can easily do. Fuck this. I’m done. And before you give me shit about being terrible; THIS IS WHY I AM NOT A DOG OWNER

I’m putting my personal health above someone else’s dog and I’m not ashamed.