This is Duncan reporting on what a sh*tty little dog Ike is. Yesterday, the moms was PMSing hardcore, I mean like whoa, get out the the way because she is maaaaaaaaad, and she had a really bad day at work. When she got home, she found that someone had peed on the new rug in the kitchen and not just a little pee. Keep in mind that a few days before, he ate his own crap and barfed it up, and the only way our dad knew it was barf was because it had green beans in it. I'm all for eating your own barf, but eating poo is just ridiculous, and he always wants to eat my poo too. And then later in the evening, the moms and the pops weren't paying attention to him, so he got pissed off and peed on the other new rug near the door and I was pretty sure the moms was going to knock Ike's block off, but she just yelled at him and then ignored him for a super long time.
Cats don't pull that kind of crap.
Here's a pic of the guilty little a-hole.
Edit: Talk about rewarding bad behavior! Head on over to Joe's blog for this doozy! Thanks Joe Stains, I'm glad someone understands me.