Maybe it's me?

I'm starting to think that I am the reason that those around me are...special...yes, let's go with that.

In addition to M, who possibly shouldn't be allowed out with out a reflective sweater I also have dogs that should probably be wearing helmets.

We have three dog dishes but despite the fact that each dog gets exactly the same food and exactly the same amount of said food they practically kill themselves to eat out of one particular dish.

Seriously, what the hell is so special about that dish? Is it that it's smaller? Greener? Made from plastic derived from the horse hooves and crack? What?

Or, maybe it's just that dogs are toddlers. They eat all the time, poop everywhere, whine for no reason and get up at weird hours of the night just to stare at you until you wake up thinking that Freddy Kruger is standing at the end of your bed ready to kill you until you're all "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT? It's Three Fucking A.M. GO LAY DOWN" but of course, once they huff off to their bed, can YOU get back to sleep? No, of course not.

Because dogs are evil.

See?

Evil.