pomfelo

Blah.

I'm babysitting my sister's Boston Terrier. We...don't get along. Now, when most people don't get along with a dog, it's because the dog will growl at you, gives you a hard time.

Frankie, the "Boston Terrier" in question, is my archnemesis. Laugh if you want, but she's more like a person than a dog...and not in a good way. If I don't come back, I swear she will have poisoned me or set me up take a fall for a murder. I'm not kidding.