I hate you.
I hate you more than fleas. I hate you more than ticks. I even hate you more than vaccines.
In other words, I hate you.
Those clumps of hair I left all over the sofa–those were not meant for you. Same with the dirt I tracked on carpet. Kindly give it all back.
I do not understand why my mommy pushes you around.Thank goodness she doesn’t do it very often.
The next time she leaves you out, I think I will shred your cord with my razor sharp teeth. I do not care if I get in trouble. I do not care if I get sent to the corner or thrown outside.
By the way, have I told you how much I hate you? Because I really, really hate you.
I even hate you more than bath-time. That is how much I hate you.
The Dog, aka The Queen, aka P-Nut