The end of the proverbial rope...

...can be found at my house because the freaking dog managed to, within the first 10 minutes of me coming home from working out, grab all 3 of my new scrubs and roll around with them on his dog bed and rip tags off.  I haven't even worn these, and now I have to wash them again.

I've been trying really hard to be diplomatic and understanding and compassionate.  But I can't hold it in any longer.

The dog is on my freaking nerves.  The last one to be exact. 

People look at him, remark how cute he is and then ask me if I just love him. And since 80% of south Orange County has a dog (to go along with their SUV's and 2.5 kids), it's therefore out of the question to really speak my mind and reply with, "No."  I can't even really say that beyond making sure he has water, food and a warm place to live, there is no attachment.

Do you realize that with company over last night, he decided that he had to pee and started on the patio and then came inside and peed from the patio door, across the living room and to the front door, a distance of at least 15 feet?  While everyone is hanging out, I'm mopping up dog piss and Swiffering the floor with wet mops.

I have to go put my scrubs back in the wash now.  

OVER IT!!!