Help me. Please.
I am trapped in the kitchen with a puppy. My life is over. For the rest of my life I will have to live in the kitchen with a puppy. The puppy will never grow up.
The puppy will always be teething. It will always chew on the wooden table, my shoes, my hands and my toes. If the puppy didn’t already have a name, Penny, I would name it from a list of Female Goat Pet Names.
For the past ten days I have been trapped in the kitchen with a puppy. The puppy can not get out unless we take her out.
If the puppy sniffs the floor it has to pee. She sniffs the floor after she drinks, after she wakes up from a nap, after she eats, after she chases a ball, after she looks at one of our four cats, after she scratches her nose, and after she blinks twice.
For the rest of my life I will have to go outside every five minutes to let the puppy pee. Her bladder is the size of a marble.
Will the puppy ever grow up? Will the puppies bladder ever get bigger? Will she ever stop teething?
Will I ever be able to clean my basement?
Please encourage me in the comments. I need encouragement. I need a light at the end of the tunnel. Or at the end of the hallway leading into the kitchen.
