Sometimes when the dog shits in the house I kinda end up feeling better about myself, cause I go and clean it up immediately and I’m like “See, this is material proof that I am a normal adult and that I don’t belong on hoarders" 

(Just so we’re clear I don’t like not take my dog for walks or some shit, it’s just been colder than a witch’s tit here and he hasn’t been asking out because it’s cold and unpleasant out and he does not approve of that even if I put his little winter coat on him.)

You know given how many times I say “This is a dog!” in a day about my dog, I can only imagine what I’ll be like when I have kids.  I may end up stuck in a permanent loop of “THIS IS A DOG!” “THIS IS A BABY!” announced in a very excited tone, round the clock, until I die of exhaustion.

Does anyone else ever wonder if their dog resents the fact that they have to do all the territory marking for the whole pack?

Like “I mean I love you guys, but why is it my job to do all the peeing?  Would it kill you to piss on a few trees here and there to make my life a little easier?”