The amount of times I argue with Gajet in a day only to end up doing exactly what the fuck he wanted me to do should be studied.
He has a bowl of food but ate all the dehydrated chicken pieces out so he kept coming back to me and licking my leg and whining and walking away …
to where his bowl was. I loudly said “you fucking have food!” He looked at me like … and? I got my ass up and added some more kibble to his bowl!
I HATE it here!