Today at lunch, Kona Puppy looked me in the eye as she walked inside from outside, squatted on the carpet, and peed. I called her a little shit, and I screamed and stomped around and threw her food outside for her to get herself. Then I cried and stomped more, all the while texting the Hubs about our little tyrant dog. Now my throat hurts from screaming, and I feel guilty for yelling at her and putting her back in her crate so soon.

I’m not cut out for this. Serenity now!