@CantBeTamed ~ they were right about you!
You've chewed through your leash ONE too many times and broken your restraints, dug, climbed, fought and busted your way out AGAIN you naughty bad little creature!
I found you at the rescue shelter that cold, wet, stormy day and you gave me those puppy dog eyes and all I wanted to do was take you home and love you madly, keep you warm, give you belly tickles, head pat's, behind ear scratches, let you sleep on my bed, allow your paws to feel the grass and dirt for the first time and just get you chunky!
But ... now the couch is up the shit, we've gone through the third one and I'm missing my body shaped perfectly Sheldon a la Big Bang Theory cushion indentation in the first one!! I'm not going back to Ikea again, I don't care if you like their meatballs!
The screen door (EVERY door!) has a thousand holes in it, you've ripped up the carpet and scratched the wood beneath, our bed looks like a homeless person lives in it and the fleas are out of control!
The chains and whips, ropes, collars and muzzles don't cut it! You're like a wild Houdini, always escaping the restraints!
You're the leader of a gang of raccoons for fucks sake! I told you I don't wanna come home to you guys all high in the loungeroom listening to dirty rap songs and eating pizza off the floor!
Fuck you and your crew!
The place smells like territorial pissings - you can keep it!
Fuck this shit, I'm out!