Annoyed

Everyone who knows me knows that I'm a dog person. I love dogs, regardless of its breed. I've strongly believe that if something is wrong with the dog, it's the owner's fault. However bad the behavior of the dog, it all falls back to the stupid owner.

My housemate got a toy poodle about 9 months ago when all of us moved into the house. Though David and I weren't exactly keen on the idea, we let him keep the mutt under the condition that it doesn't interfere with our daily lives or keep us awake at night.

The puppy, like any other, whined like nobody's business the first few months when she needs attention and I played with her for comfort, and also so that I can watch my TV series in peace without a mutt barking and whining in the background.

Days turned into weeks into months. The owner failed to potty train her and she peed everywhere in the house. At the point, David started to get irked. It started to get on my nerves when the bucket of wiped up pee is left for days until the house smelled like dog pee.

Then he got a boyfriend and moved out for months, taking the puppy with him. Truth be told that I was never so happy. Life without that mutt and him was certainly more peaceful and better. Less noisy, cleaner, quieter. It was blissful peace.

About three weeks ago, my friend who moved in next door gave us his refrigerator as well as a washing machine. Since the house has limited mains, the next available mains in the house is in the living room where the mutt used to stay, so David and I decided to place the fridge there, and a make shift eating table and chairs.

Two nights ago, owner and mutt came back. The dipwart placed the dog cage and the flea infested mutt right in the living room, next to the refrigerator and the eating table. As if that is not bad enough, dumped his stuff on the chair.

I came back to the house with my dinner yesterday, being welcomed by a stench of reeking dog pee. To make things worse, since the dog cage is right next to the eating table, it feels like eating in a dirty toilet! = =

This wasn't what David and I signed up for when we moved into the house. We didn't sign on to smell dog pee every day we come back from work or a house which reeked of dried pee when we wake up from our sleep!

I'm usually cool with having dogs in the house. I've lived with Emily and Jacque roaming freely in and out of my room when I stayed with Amy and Keith, and I know how that's like and I loved every bit of it. At least Emily and Jacque are well-behaved and properly trained by their owners!

Now all I can think of is: I want the mutt out of the house!