TheEarl
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God I'm so angry! I've come home from a hard day's work to discover my cat has puked and shat on the carpet, my dog has crapped and my other dog has diarrhea and has created a nice brown puddle for me to find. I've come home, singing, full of the joys of spring into a kitchen that looks as though Tracy Emin has been let loose.
Now the dogs are quailing is separate corners of the house, the cat is sulking under the kitchen table and I am yelling at the top of my voice at the fact that we are in the process of moving house and, although I have the incontinent pets here, all of the mops and cleaning equipment are in the new house. So far, my rage has broken two cupboards and a doorlock and may claim more casualties if I continue to storm around the house.
So I decided to come here and vent instead. Much less destructive.
The Earl
Now the dogs are quailing is separate corners of the house, the cat is sulking under the kitchen table and I am yelling at the top of my voice at the fact that we are in the process of moving house and, although I have the incontinent pets here, all of the mops and cleaning equipment are in the new house. So far, my rage has broken two cupboards and a doorlock and may claim more casualties if I continue to storm around the house.
So I decided to come here and vent instead. Much less destructive.
The Earl