| You see, my FUR keeps me warm. Your sweaters only serve to insult me. | ||
| When I say "woof," I mean "I hate you." | ||
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| If the choice is between prison and playing dress up with you, I choose prison. | ||
| As if it wasn't hard enough being called a anorexic all the time; now you dress me up as an old drunken hooker. | ||
| If you think I won't eat you when you die, you're dead wrong. | ||
| Though I have provided all the evidence in the world, perhaps I should take this time to state a certain fact explicitly: I am a dog. I am NOT a CHILD. | ||
| As you must be mentally off, I'll cut you some slack. | ||
| If you wanted a bunny, why didn't you just buy one? | ||
| Please remind me why I'm supposed to love you. | ||
| I give you everything I have to give and you still wish I was a Dalmatian... | ||
| I wish your husband took me with him when he left. | ||
| If I had hands I'd strangle you. | ||
| What is wrong with you. Seriously. Did you not get enough love as a child? Is your world so completely devoid of meaning that you think dressing me as a flower is a form of care taking? I hope the house gets burgled tonight. | ||
| Remember this moment when I pee on your Persian rug tonight. | ||
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| What am I wearing? Am I a picnic table? A waitress? | ||
| I wonder how many of these I have to slip into her water to end the torment. | ||
| Could someone out there please have my owner put to sleep? | ||
| Very funny. You come up with that yourself? | ||
| Look, I'm barely a dog.. I have enough identity issues without you dressing me up as a cheetah. | ||
| Dang it. How am I going to get a girl when I look like I'm being strangled by a cartoon cat? | ||
| You are ruining what self-esteem I have left. | ||
| And I thought the bunny suit was bad... What am I now? A Dogglebee? Please stop. Please. | ||
| You're going to embalm me when I'm dead, aren't you? | ||
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