I was cleaning up the dishes this morning and I could see my dog standing in the doorway; he was giving me the ‘what the fuck are you doing?’ look. I figured he was looking at the food that was going to waste and was wondering how I could consider throwing the dregs of a pork roast away. Later that same day I was doing some work on my laptop and he threw me the same ‘what the fuck are you doing?’ look. I could understand where he was coming from; why wasn’t I out in the sunshine with him; if I didn’t have a job that’s exactly where I would’ve been. That night I was having a fight with my girlfriend over absolutely nothing. She stormed out of the house and in her wake was my dog giving me the ‘what the fuck are you doing?’ look for a third time. It finally clicked: ‘what the fuck am I doing?’ I’m working a job that I hate, I have a girlfriend I don’t like, and I spend my spare time doing chores I detest. The following morning I took my dog down to the pound. He may’ve been right but it was far easier to remove his judging face than repair my fucked up life.