The little Monsters

Okay well last night Ann went out for a while so I had the house to myself. That was great until the bird decided to scream because I helped her move her room around and he hasn't been able to watch T.V in like two or three weeks now. He's pissed about that. Anyway after a while I couldn't take the screaming any more so I (Ross) moved the front room around again (yes Ann lives in the front room and uses my closet for storage. It’s a two bedroom people it’s not very big and I needed a place to stay so we switch bedrooms every so often. I had the front room last) and put a small T.V where the little bastard could see it so he would shut up. Once I put House Season one in he did too.

I was expecting Ann would be mad and she was but she also screwed herself over by getting the little monsters. Apparently her daughter's, boyfriend's new soon to be step dad was giving away some of his pure breed beagle puppies. She got two and one the old owner was pretty sure is gonna die. She's an optimist though so she took it for herself and the mean little runt that when picked on was fucking up the other puppies. So now there are two new members to the house and I have no clue what their names are but who the hell really cares.

Anyway she gets them home and gives them a bath while she has me bring in the dog cage from the back porch. Then she proceeds to get mad because I don’t want to spend time with the pups since one may die and I won’t be in the others life anymore in a few months once we all move out. Also add on that I hate Beagles because I see them as annoying little yappers like poodles and chihuahuas. At least pugs, bull dogs, and even terriers seem to be quiet more. Beagles have the most annoying whine and bark ever and it really drives me up the walls. (Reason why I hate the breed so much) Could just be a bad experience making me detest the whole breed but I really don’t mind. So anyway she thinks I'm being mean by avoiding them and not spending time with them but really I don’t see how that's mean of me.

The Sick one

Well I'm trying to avoid them but damn it, it isn't working. What the hell’s wrong with me? I keep finding myself glancing over at them or letting them out of the cage to wander the house and cause trouble. I think Frank and Ann's pup may get into a turf war if he keeps trying to sniff his ass and licking up his catnip off the floor. So just a little bit ago I went out to pull the weeds by the front door and the sick one grabbed my pant leg and pulled on it. Damn it he’s cute. I'm not paying attention to him to have noticed *turns up nose* So the next door neighbor girl saw them and came over to talk with Ann once she saw them and her mom was a vet so Ann went with both pups to talk to her mom. That's it about this so far so till later. Keep reading and I hope you liked reading up on this.