#dachlife

[thriftylook]

Supermodel Dachshund: Penny, America's next top dachshund takes to the runway. (c) Laurie Haag Tag a Dog Lover 🐾

[cordiality5-blog]

I like her style 🐶 #dachlife #mistey

[sin-lord]

so my mom has been bitching at me to take my clothes downstairs. I decide to finally go up and do it and I ask her very nicely if she could help me down since I have like, 3 baskets.

She doesn't say if she's going to help. she starts drilling me with everything that I have to do.

jesus fucking christ woman. I'm probably less than 12 hours from my period, I didn't ask for a fucking suit-rep on everything I need to have done because you fucking drone me about it every day.

Then she gets all pissed because I tell her that I already know what I need to do.

She wants me to clean my room too because company is coming over this weekend.

I live in the fucking basement. I have 8 reptiles.

no one is going to come down and see my room.

[sin-lord]

So I had a complete emotional breakdown this morning when my dad snapped at me when I came upstairs at 6am to tell them I needed to take Alphonse to the vet. I didn't hear what he had said and he growled at me and it set me off the edge and I slammed the basement door so hard I almost broke it.

Mom came downstairs and a yelling match started. One yelling match led to another and my mom started raging about my room being all messy and then said "You're as lazy as Sev"

I told [more screamed at] her to shut her fucking mouth. I am nowhere near as lazy as Sev is. I at least offered to buy groceries when I had a job. My diet isn't atrocious. I offer to buy things if I'm at the store. I DON'T EAT FOOD OUT OF MY FUCKING HAIR. Saying I'm like Sev is one of the biggest insults I could get. Of course I was fucking pissed.

But now we're all good with one another again. I hold in everything and it's a  molotov cocktail for anyone who ignites the flame. My dad just walks upstairs but my mom keeps at it and we usually end up hugging each other in the end.

She told me I should wear my collar more often and that it looked cute. It really made me feel good about myself and I started crying again. They almost never compliment my clothes unless I'm in girl-jeans and a girl-shirt.

She's going to take the day off to take me and Alphonse to the vet if we can get in today since I'm sick, been up all night worrying, and can't drive with the medication on board.

I'm so lucky to have parents like mine who deal with my explosive personality. ;3; I love them so much.