My Dog Is Right
By scorp
My human has been playing with me for hours.
It's a Friday night, and she's been throwing the tennis ball down the hall while she was watching TV.
Well, not really. She was sometimes looking at the constantly moving screen that I never understood, but most of the time she would be staring at a stain on the ceiling. She sighed almost every minute.
She had school today, and I'm not sure she's done with "homework". Whatever that is. All I know that this "homework" involves papers, books and lots of "fucks" and "this is so stupid".
But my human only did her "homework" for a few minutes before giving up and watching TV and playing with me.
But she needs a life.
Author Notes: My dog is right.
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