trashcan (literal trash)

who is this doggo

Story time!

So when I got home today, there was this brown, puffy, furry Chihuahua sniffing around infront of the house ( can't call it lawn bc it's like smaller than your room ). It wasn't hostile towards me and simply stared at me, so I thought my mother bought it or something. She's the type to buy small dogs bc if my father would be the one to do so, it would most likely be a Doberman or something.

With that said, I just ignored it like that and went to my room ( which is in a separate house lol ikr ) and finished this book and then went down to that house by six. My sister was there, and I asked her about the dog and she said she didn't know. She told me it followed her all the way from the bottom of the last batch of stairs up into this house, but I got home by four, so maybe it went down again after I locked the door to the house my room is in ( lol ).

So we didn't care and I tried to chase it away ( while waiting for the fillet to finish cooking tnx sis ur useful but i will forgive it bc it's ur birthday ) because I'm worried about being sued by the owner by the time they'd find the doggo in our house. Above all things, that is what really worries me, tbh. Of all things bc haha.

Anyways, my mother came home and she told my sis that she didn't know anything about the dog either. So we just kinda left it to sniff the ground outside ( and it's quite happy playing in there so meh ). And then I was going to water the plants and it kept fcuking clinging to me like a clingy yandere, and then some classmate called me to inform me about the tickets to the anime convention and the dog just suddenly kept still and quiet and stared at me like it could understand the situation wtf?

And then when I finished watering the last plant by the end of the call, it just started to bark and circle around me like it knew me for ages. Like I was the owner and it wanted to play. It's still barking outside my room by this time, but because I'm seriously afraid of being brought to court charged with a false accusation of animal cruelty and animal kidnapping ( wat is there even animal kidnapping ), I will just pretend I didn't pretend not to see it at all. And I'm not really fond of animals and all so sure, I'm fine. Not facing any issues at all, like guilt or conscience.

I just hope this dog goes back to its respective residence soon when it gets tired of pestering me of all people because I do not want to be accused. I've got enough of being accused. As if the horrors in my everyday nightmares ( which include being accused for false charges no matter what the setting in almost all of them ) aren't good enough to get me stressed over this ill omen of the premontions brewing in my stomach. So yeah, I just hope this dog goes away, for once and for all.

Jesus Christ whose doggo is this

And yeh, I left the house though it's still nine in the evening because

It

Reeks

Of

ALCOHOL

AND

GARLIC

YES, GARLIC WTF the garlic part is disturbing and I absolutely hate garlic so : /