The Devil Eats Purina

My girlfriend got a dog six weeks ago – a Chihuahua. I don’t hate the dog, but I’m not wild about him. I’ve almost stepped on him twice in the kitchen, and my snuggle time on the couch with my girlfriend has now become me watching him sit in her lap while they cootchie-coo it out. She hasn’t had the dog sleep in bed with us, but I know that’s next. Is this the end of our relationship?


It’s pretty depressing when doing risky stuff in bed means sleeping without a flea collar.