A long time ago I was roomates with a buddy who s bitch had the most annoying, spoiled little piece of shit fvcking dog ever, would NEVER stop barking and would bite and nip at you constantly. And this cunt would flip out if you told it to shut up or tried to get it to stop biting you. Well one day I got home and nobody was there and I saw the door to my room was open. I go in and I see that little fvcking mutt on MY bed, sitting on MY pillow like she did with her cunt owner's bed, and it starts growling and barking at me. As I got closer I saw there were several piles of fresh dogshit on the floor and the bed.
Now what's remarkable here is how I was able to remain calm. I knew I was going to fvck this dog up just wasn't exactly sure how. So I put my backpack down nice and slow and happened to notice a plastic hanger on my desk. I calmly picked it up and slowly made my way to rhe other side of the bed with this sharkbait motherfvcker yipping away like I was in IT'S fvcking space. I hit that fvcking thing as hard as I could, and the look of surprise on that dog's mug was indescribably satisfying. I hit it again as hard as I could and then it tried to run away but I had closed the door, I got one more fantastic hit and then the hanger broke, which it retrospect was probably a good thing because I might have killed that motherfvcker. I let it out and then cleaned up the dog shit and washed my bedding.
A few days later my buddy pulls me aside and asked me if I had done anything to that dog. I asked why. He said "When that dog hears your truck pull up it starts shaking like a leaf and pisses itself then runs under the bed and won't come out."
I told him what happened and he laughed his ass off and told me he's been wanting to do that ever since he got with that bitch.
I have a feeling Boags's dog is the same way.
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