[Zhukov]

I'm looking after my friend's dog at the moment, and I hate it. Everything smells like dog no matter how much I clean it, the stupid thing barks all the time, it bit me when I tried to pat it, it knocked over a child and earned me a disapproving glare from an angry parent, it chewed my work boots and my xbox cables, and generally made my girlfriend's life a misery while she was visiting.

It's too big to live in the city; big dogs should live in the country. But I do admit that I am a terrible dog owner. I hate dogs.

It ran away this morning when I was about to take it for a walk. I ran around for twenty minutes before I found it about a kilometer away chewing a dead pademelon in a gutter.


Aaarg, I understand.