A demon male has wrecked havoc on my life.
His name is Capo.
He sprayed his devil juice in my kitchen. Yesterday, when my alarm didn't go off. When I was almost fired for missing the most important meeting of my work-life. I spent more time cleaning up urine than I did getting ready.
He peed in my room. This morning. The squishy wet outline on my carpet made me furious. "You know better than this," I shrieked. So he bit me.
I noticed the blood in the car. Right next to the bite mark from Wednesday night when we played chase. When he weaved through the chair legs under the table, like an obstacle course, while I cursed. When I performed a Hulk Hogan move, squashing him to ground.
What I was trying to do was clip his nails. Each time the metal came near, he went into attach mode.
I wish an exorcism was an option. But removing this difficult pooch out my life would hurt worse than any difficult man that I have ever let go.
I will tame this beast.