Tom and I have been in negotiations for about a week. He insists it is my responsibility to groom poor Whitey (our untouchable, matted dog) because I am the one that grooms everyone else in the house. I think it is his responsibility for the exact same reason plus I have done it every single time for the last three years. Since this is my least favorite chore, I was willing to make an offer. I will pick up Dave for a week, and give him (Tom, not Dave) a back rub. I was fulfilling my end of the bargain, but this is the finished product. Needless to say I am feeling used. This is Whitey hiding her shame under the chair.
4 days ago