Then she said she couldn't have it, and left it with me. It wasn't houstrained, it barked incessantly, and it was dumb as a post. I'd leave it in an enclosure in the kitchen in the morning, and in the evening I'd come home and clean up the poop. I finally gave it away, and that was the first time my son told me he hates me.

I've decided I'm never taking care of a dog again.