judgement

To those of you who are listening,

I tend to have strong opinions on what I believe is a good dog and what I believe is a useless dog.

I really don’t know where such strong opinions came from regarding this, but my main pet hate is a prick-dog. You know the type – the kind of dog that just knows it is above everyone – the type that struts around with an air of “fuck you” about it.

I know that it’s is down to the owner, but when it’s your girlfriend’s at the time – it’s a lot safer and easier to just dislike the dog.

With that being said – this is Myrtle (I apologise for the name). Mum named her and said “I couldn’t give two shits about Harry Potter! I like the name!”

She is 7 weeks old, and has constantly soggy ears due to them being dipped in her water bowl.

I could be cured of my dog judgement.

To those of you who are listening,

I got stuck in the abyss that is a tedious stop and chat today. I was having a cigarette and caught myself subconsciously just blowing smoke into their face. It was quickly countered by a forced cough from the stop and chatterer. I apologised and blew the smoke forcefully to the side. Unfortunately, this just resulted in it just catching the wind and going directly back into their face anyway. I got a look. But then again I wonder if they just had smoke in their eye.

One time, I went into a shop to buy some cigarettes and asked the lady behind the counter “If possible, could I have your least disgusting cigarette packaging please”. She looked at them for what seemed to be an eternity, battling all her moral compasses as she soon realised there really was no right answer. She turned around and presented me with some packaging of a dying child with a respirator on. She said, “the others were disgusting to look at”. I didn’t ask questions. I apologised and promised I would never ask this again.