Anyways, my life has changed dramatically and traumatically over the last few months. Mainly due to... ANOTHER BROTHER. UGHHHHHHHHHHHHH. His name is Donald except could-you-be-a-bigger-loser Mom calls him (just one sec while I dry heave okay I'm back) "Angel Baby" and "Angel Pants" and creative Dad calls him "Donald D." I call him WHY DO I LIVE IN AN ANIMAL SHELTER GET AWAY FROM MY FOOD LET ME EAT YOUR NECK THAT TASTES GOOD I HATE YOU.
Dad's boss picked Donald up as a stray (cool) in Los Feliz (not hood therefore not cool). Then a few days later the boss had a 'pendicitis n showed up at work like, "Can someone take this weird dog for the weekend while I go to the hospital" and o' course bleeding heart Dad was like, "Sure I have tons of room in my one-bedroom apartment with two other dogs (one awesome, one not so much) and two cats (both suck)." So in comes this low-rider creep, who look like he got cut off at the knees and don't say a word but does projectile poo all over the wall, and by the end of the weekend fat camp kids Mom 'n Dad has "fallen in love." Lemme tell you a thing about love, peeps. It don't shit on your walls and it's not named Oyster!!! (That's what Dad's boss was calling him. Sometimes I still call him that but he doesn't seem to mind which annoys me even more.)
So now they's three of us, sharing our rents and da bed and da attention, and even though I know I'm still the favorite (I better be or someone gonna get their legs shortened to match "Angel Pants"), it still makes my day to day life even more annoying. As if that was possible!!!!
Here are some photos of Dumbald. Please avert your eyes if you get nauseous easily.
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| lazy. |
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| good luck supporting that badonkadonk bod on those toothpicks. |
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| Even shit-the-bed Chester is 'spicious |
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| Over-population. |
