dear yappy white dog that is now in doggy hell,
as if working from 7 a.m. to 11 p.m. every day last week making beautiful flowers wasn't enough,
you successfully ruined my holiday weekend. all i wanted to do was deliver flowers, and apparently all you wanted to was make my life miserable by attacking me.
add an infection in one of these bites, and you've got one long weekend of making floral arrangements, dealing with sad customers, and unpacking flower boxes to haul to the dumpster.
this might make me a bad person, but i'm a little bit glad you got put down. i can barely walk. i know they say all dogs go to heaven, but i'm not so sure about you. happy memorial day.
sincerely,
b.
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