I mean, the evidence is everywhere. Poo on the carpet, poo under the couch, poo on the bottom of my shoe. There are god-hairs all over the bed and the entire house smells like wet god.
How can you not look around you and NOT know there is a dog?
Your god lacks discipline. I would suggest crating him until he is housebroken.
How can you not look around you and NOT know there is a dog?
Not a good analogy.
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