Jan 24 2004
Housemates with fucking dogs.

Twice now I’ve found myself victim to house mates pets. (We wont speak about my dog pissing on Lewis’s suede jacket)
The first time was the strippers dog, which reminds me I should format and upload the entire Jew saga some time…
My current foe is a shithead charpai named Brutus.
My house mates got him for free from a breeder who was going to let him die as damaged stock that cant be sold.
These things are normally fairly pricey around $1000AUD.
Anyway he’s fucking cross eyed and his eyelids were growing over his eyes or something so they needed stitches.
Naturally he’s not house trained and pisses everywhere. Fantastic.
Time passes the stitches are removed and he learns to “use” the yard and stay out of my room. (I “trained” him on the second point)
Present day. He’s decided they eating stuff is fun. He eats my housmates shoes, clothing, handbags, cd’s. Thats fine, their dog their problem. The fucking thing should be outside when they are not at home.
Not roaming around thousands of dollars of electronics and home wares.
He’s started eating my stuff now. Thus far I’m down two xbox controllers, a copy of halo or perhaps just the box…haven’t checked yet and he’s fucked up my amp remote which is the only thing I’m really angry about.
Bleh. Next time he eats something I’ll give him a dryer ride.
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That’s not to say fuckface doesn’t have good points. He’s fun sometimes also.
* Like the time I made him walk into a bucket.
* Like the time I found him barking at the wall.
* Like the when I make him chase me and close a door behind me.
* Like when he gets “in the way” and people piss on him.
* Like the time when I was throwing up on the remotest possible corner of the back yard and he still got in the way.
* Feeding him and watching him foam up with drool.
Like everything else, good and bad points.
Edit: He died in September 2007. Cancer.

