Why did I agree to get another dog? Oh because I wanted to make my husband happy. Even after I've been telling him for YEARS I didn't want another dog. Or ANY dog. Now we have three. Well, he's the one that is working to pay for all the shit this new dog has destroyed. This morning he ate a BRAND NEW pair of shoes. And who cleans up all the messes? I do of course.

I'm pissed. And I'm getting rid of the dog.

(I do feel that maybe with three kids, Mike working, and the fact that I'm going back to college, the dog will be happier somewhere that he can have more attention.)