fed up!

I am thisclose to just saying the hell with it and getting rid of all the damn dogs.

Seriously, I love dogs and all but I am getting really frustrated. Yesterday was the 54327852 time I've come home, opened the front door, and been welcomed with the overwhelming smell of shit. And not just any shit, but runny mucuosy shit that is spread all throughout our entire kitchen.

Took me 45 minutes to clean up that effing mess.

I'm torn between a) just opening the front door and saying sayonara as they flee, or b) building a kennel in the backyard and making them live out there from now on. Disclaimer: I would never actually resort to either option, regardless of how effing annoyed I am.

In the meantime, the two who I think are the offenders have been locked up in the laundry room and hall bathroom indefinitely, while the other two still enjoy their kitchen privileges. I kind of feel bad for the two that are locked up, but then again, I don't.

I am just so damn tired of cleaning up shit.

Mark my words...never again will we have this many dogs. EVER. It was my idea to get the fourth, and while she isn't the problem child in this scenario, it is JUST TOO MUCH. Lesson learned, never again. Two will be my limit from now on. Although at the rate they're going, it may be none.

Serenity now.