So last night, I'm ready for a bit of rest and relaxation. I've cleaned off the couch, made myself a nice hot cup of coffee, which is now sitting on a box next to the couch, and I'm spinning up a vintage Dr. Who episode on Netflix on the iPad. Yeah, this is gonna be a nice evening.
The damn dog saunters into the room just as I'm reclining back on the couch and picking up my movie. He sees me getting all relaxed and contented and decides to do something about it. He grabs up a toy stuffed camel of his, throws it up in the air, jumps up to catch it as it's falling back down, and then runs over to me with it and slam dunks it into my coffee cup.
Seriously, dog? SERIOUSLY?!
I should've got a freaking hamster four years ago. I should've got a freaking hamster.