I've been enduring for years. Trying my best to minimize the complaints regarding my dog or rather to be precise my sis dog. Father was the one keen in keeping one but time to time he will whine and complain to the point I lose my temper. 5days out of a week, I'm the one who cleanup the mess etc. I took over most of the job. Even if I help out to mop the flOor, he ain't satisfied either. Complain and he will mop the floor again. Days later he will regret and will scrape the idea of giving the dog away. This pattern of his has been repeating for years. I can no longer tolerate this nonsense pms of his. I stormed out of the house. No words can describe my frustration.

Element – Fire