I hate dogs

I didn't write this morning because I was all riled up about my morning walk with Mrs. Wigglebottom. But here's the thing: I hate dogs. I have come to loathe every dog but my own and I really, really dislike my dog sometimes. Like yesterday when she was acting like a giant jackass to the landlord. And like today when the unsupervised puppy* came bounding over and I wanted to use her to lure the puppy out of the road and back into its yard and she looked at me like "Fuck you, pink ape. We're going on our walk and our walk is this way." Which caused such a commotion that the black and white dogs who live on the corner and who are never, ever fucking tied up came bounding over to see if they could add to the chaos. And, oh yes, motherfuckers who own those dogs, I heard you open your door to see what was going on. Thanks for not helping. I hope your dogs bite you. Shit, I'm becoming so bitter and tired of my own bitterness that if things don't improve, I'm just going to change my name to Jon and write some code so that when y'all click here you're just directed there. *For the record, I have never seen the puppy unsupervised before, so I hope his owners weren't lying in a heap in the back yard hoping someone would see the puppy in the road and come check to see what the problem was.