Why I hate my Frenchie

I hate this damn dog.

When I can't sleep she just lays next to me all warm like a living stuffy and interrupts my negative thoughts and before I know it I fall asleep.

Then when I wake up and want to stress she's just there smiling at me and intent on licking my face so much I forgot what I was going to be stressed about.

I try do things around the house that I hate and she just follows me turning every mundane chore I love to hate into a fun little game.

Then I finally get to sit down and try complain about having a thousand subscriptions and nothing worth watching but oh no little princess is standing up to the chair and shaking her ass because she wants to come up.

So then I have to put her on my lap as I continue in vain to be annoyed at the TV so she climbs up my chest looks me dead in the face and burps.

My TV stress is annoyingly drowned out by the laughter forced out of me by this burp.

Then its dinner time, I have a full fridge yet have no idea what to eat but I know I'm not gonna eat it all and will give her leftovers so instead of being able to be annoyed at my indecision I'm quickly making a meal for both of us.

Finally I want to lay on the couch and be an unhealthy

Vegetable but oh no, it's walkies time, soon as I grab the leash she starts running in circles like I've just dropped a bag of bacon on the floor

So now my lazy miserable ass is forced out into the world, having to literally stop and smell the roses.

It gets worse, she sees another dog and has to sniff it for ten mins forcing my antisocial ass to talk to other humans and realize they're not all that bad.

And then we find ourselves in bed again, me wanting to stress about things and her love bug nature sending me to sleep.

I hate this dog, she refuses to ever let me be negative anti social or stressed.