Dogs want in, dogs want out. Dogs want in, dogs want out. No doggie door.

I don't care what's in my hot dogs. Cow lips and buttholes are no more gross than tongues, livers, shoulder or rib meat. It's all just flesh. It's all pretty gross if you think about it.

Jelly, huh? I'll buy that you're gelatinous. You probably hate on thin, attractive women too under the guise of not being jealous. Only dogs love bones, right?

Cleaned out my roomba today. It appeared to have eaten a wookie. Oh, the joy of having long hair, 2 dogs and 2 long hair cats.

I love hot dogs, even the junky brands!

I asked dh to pick up ds from football practice tonight. He said he doesn't want too. I didn't want to either!! Sheesh! I do it every night and I cook a lot too. Dh says he'll cook tonight. He's cooking chili hotdogs and chili cheese fries. Heating up canned chili in a pan and boiling hotdogs in water to me isn't cooking to me. Ugh.... And it's so unhealthy.

Even worse than talking on the phone is talking with someone whose dogs bark, yap, fight and do things to get his attention during the whole conversation. Sick of this!

She is my dog. I have had dogs my whole life and know how they communicate, body language, etc. DH did not have any pets as a kid and he is, to put it bluntly, a bit of a big oaf. He is loud and clumsy and doesn't like my dog like I do. I told him that it would help a lot if he would give her treats and pet her once in a while.

I hate the stupid snapchat filter of the dogs. It's creepy.

I think you guys might have thought by the tone of my confession that I actually WANT my DH to cook a meal for me. Which I do not. He can fix cars and clean a toilet and do laundry, but the man cannot cook to save his life. I think it's better if I cook, but it will be awesome to have my brother cook for me. He's making Caesar salad with real anchovies and grilled chicken and homemade croutons. If my DH were cooking, it'd be burnt hot dogs and if I was lucky, I might get frozen French fries to go with them.