She's holding my puppy!

Screw that last post. I am no longer happy. My sister just got a dog and I think I hate her. Yup. I do. I don't even remember ever liking her. Is there something against coveting, because I'm way past that. I really am sinking into a deep, black abyss. I hate my life. Who ever thought I could be happy without a dog? Not me. The devastation I'm feeling is overwhelming, its consuming me. I can't breath. I can't think. Where am I?

Let me just clarify. I have wanted a dog ever since before dogs existed (I realize that doesn't make sense but if you're thinking about pointing that out, consider my current mood and remember my history of violence). Josh keeps telling me it isn't possible, being that we are always living in other people's houses, but I think he's lying. I think he is just trying to torture me. He doesn't even really like me (all that smiling while watching our show was just a farce!), he just married me to ensure my utter unhappiness. He doesn't ever want me to be happy, so he refuses to consider hiding a dog in the house. He won't even consider taking up barking in public, so that when my purse barks expectantly, he can cover it up by barking himself. He even refuses to let me pretend I have a dog by walking in around the neighborhood on a leash. Okay. I've lost my mind. But who wouldn't when their sister owns one of these? Yes, this is my sister Meg and her new puppy. I hope the dog pees on the floor. Just kidding Meg. I think.