Yesterday was crappy, as this whole week has been. All I wantedv to do was watch The Apprentice finale, quietly. To that end, I took the dog to the park to run after work. While there, we met some nice people, played some fetch, and had a grand old time right up until the little bastard bit me. Me! Literally, the hand that feeds him. All of the well-heeled owners of little, obedient, groomed dogs were horrified. What kind of dog bites its person! What kind of person has a dog that bites! I felt like the parent of an ugly, screaming child at an Anne Geddes photo shoot.
So I took the little asshole home. I tried to forget about my ungrateful mutt. Made dinner, sat down to watch The Donald, and tried to veg out completely and let me brain rest up for today.
Knock, knock, knock.