I also had to eat dinner while the wife yipped with the female owner...omfg...blah blah blah how sad blah blah blah i feel so sorry for you blah blah blah....omfg, i ate 2 subway sandwiches, drank my sweet tea, and turned on the laptop, and she still wasn't done yapping...oh she's crying going into work...she's so distraught...i really don't fucking care about their liberal candy ass feelings about a POS dog, which by the way, is a direct representation of an owner...my dog is a complete meat head, she's also antisocial, chip off the ol block i guess....





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