worst thing about staying at my parents when I visit them is that I have to put up with there stupid tiny, toy poodle, which would be cute except he bits people and spends most of his day violently raping a squeaky toy! How do I know well it echos throughout the house squeak squeak squeak errrrrrrrr angry rapist dog noises!!!! squeak squeak squeak errrrrrrrr angry rapist dog noises!!! All day and all night! :(










Tomas Palomo 11:48 am on October 16, 2009 Permalink
When I was 15 i went to a friend’s house for a big camp-out birthday bash.. His little dog developed a fondness for a blanket in one of the tents and had his way with it for the next 3 days starting off right in front of everyone. Where ever you went you’d see/hear the dog humping a blanket…