my dad and i will come home and my dog will have knocked over his guitar, taken out the dog gate, eaten the cat's food AND LITTER BOX, my door will be open with no socks to be found anywhere, my dad's clothes hamper will be on the floor and some prized possession of ours will be torn to shreds on the floor.
she wasn't even our dog until my stepmom moved in, and now this happens every single goddamn day.