Dogs or cats?
A Pair Of Pups
A pair of pups I name Yang & Yin
2 little weiner dogs - one has a
Black coat & white facade; white
Is the other one & wears a black
Mask in contrast; still - if you
Ask me - both bark the same, and
When they yap - annoy me equally
Backyard Bark
Since I’m living in a house that has rat dogs that shit & piss all over the place, only stopping to yap at absolutely nothing other than their desire to annoy the living hell out of me – it’s not even close.
It kinda sucks, because this house has kinda ruined dogs for me, at least for the meantime. Brittany loves dogs, and I’m sure we’ll have one when this Calamity finally ends & let’s us finally become “We.” But ’til then, I’m perfectly satisfied with the idea of living with 2 cats & enjoy real peace & quiet which merely B an Imaginary concept when surrounded by fecal fountains that force me to stair at the ground & watch that each step isn’t another mess, rather than all around while wandering like a silent sound, bound to this NDN burial mounds made of manure so my body doesn’t even let me smell the roses anymore because it’s just gonna smell like a sewer.
I know if might not sound like it, but I genuinely do like dogs. More of me is Diogenese than Not. So it feels wrong to not want to be around dogs. But it’s less to do with the dogs, more their present temperaments. Small, barely trained dogs are God awful, and I live with 3 of those little shits. Luckily, the 4th is a big dog that was trained before my parents got to work undoing it. So she’s still behaved, but certainly badly influenced by the feral little fucks.
*sigh*
Let’s get to the other half of this equation then: cars. Cats are clean. When they shit on my bed, it’s my fault for not changing the litter box, so I can live with my own consequences. But rarely do I wake to a pile waiting for me. Maybe if their pissed, ’cause cats are also smart enough to be vindictive. And even if it pisses me off in the moment – I can at least respect the power move. So long as it doesn’t become a habit. I guess to put it in one line:
I like that cats can take care of themselves for the most part.
That’s why I don’t want my own dog. Not until I have a partner to help me take care of the extra attention dogs need. Having struggled with depression, I know I wouldn’t be able to care for a dog when at an all time low. But with a cat, all you really have to do is make sure there’s food and water. If I get too depressed to change the litter box, they’ll be fine going other places. That hurts me, not them. But if I get to the point where I never walk my dog or keep them caged 18 hrs a day – now I’m killing the world around Me, my Misery inside escaping to the otherside to cultivate real Calamity.
So long story short: cats are convenient, but Brittany loves dogs, and I know I can’t help but fall in love with whatever makes her happy – so basically: my Bachelor Pad will be drowning in pussy until my Wife initiates Death of a Bachelor.
& – bonus: Rocks!
Pet Rocks Rock My Socks Off
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