I'd like to tender my resignation....

as a dog mom. I have had it. I'm not cut out for this. The only reason we have dogs is because of my husband. He wants them. I'm tired of doing all of the "dog stuff".


Oh sure, this guy is cute and all, but, he is incredibly destructive and orally fixated. There are two dog sized holes in the back yard that I keep filling and he keeps digging back up. He has more toys to play with than most babies. He got my glasses out of my bag and completely destroyed them. He has confettied more roles of toilet paper, paper towels, and boxes of tissue than I can even count!

I don't want to pick up dog poo anymore, it's disgusting, and my husband refuses to do it. So who does that leave? Me! The dog hair. Don't get me started. I am forever scolding and dragging the dogs off the couch and/or my bed. I vacuum all of the time. Stick a fork in me, I'm done.



Tread lightly President-elect Obama, in your search for the "White House" dog. Your life could be mine.