Source| Every time I leave my apartment for more than a couple of hours and crack open that front door, I expect there to be a horrible surprise waiting for me. Whether it’s some crazed gunman holding my wife and kids hostage, or catching burglars in the act of robbing me blind, or, maybe, a serial cookie dropper decided to select my abode as his next target for a senseless act of kindness. I always expect there to be a surprise.
I’m mostly relieved when I see my place is just as I left it (surprise cookies notwithstanding) and although I dread/expect a surprise, nothing exciting ever happens.
And I would be totally pissed and bewildered if I opened my front door and saw this in my home.
What the hell?!
Well at least the living room is – DAMNIT!
Oh come on!
All right, clearly a dog did this.
Or a sick individual with a doggie-paw stamp template.
At least the kitchen isn’t so bad…
And the pup remembered they weren’t allowed on the bed.
The worst part is.
They don’t even pretend to feel guilty about it.
Note to all dog owners: don’t leave your calligraphy ink in a place your dog can reach.
Unless you want your home to turn into a living piece of abstract, canine-related art.