I Hate Myself for Lovin You


 I wanna see you begging, say forget it just for spite
I wanna see you begging, say forget it just for spite

Sarah McLaughlin is a wonderful person. I am certain of it. Voice like an angel, petite brunette, cute and sultry at the same time.
That being said, please, please, please, Sarah stop with those tear jerking, soul searching and heart wrenching ASPCA commercials.
The house that Ruth built is filled with animals that had been slated for the Green Mile. Working in shelters I know without a doubt in my mind…there is no such thing as a no kill shelter. Graced with intelligence and a heart jaded by living amongst humans the abode in the middle of the cul-de-sac smack dab between here and gone, is commonly known to my little family as the land of misfits boys and girls.
Sarah I have given to shelters. I worked slave driven hours at a penny a pooch to ensure that everyone lived a longer and prosperous life. Yet, as soon as, Angel soars through the air and I witness a Rover or a Spot behind bars…I feel I’ve not done enough. Who wouldn’t?
However, let me just explain the life of a human owned by a dog with contempt of court and tom foolery in their minds and souls.
My dog will stick his nose so far up your ass, if the opportunity presents itself, that I canceled my colon checkup for the year. He will eat and seek out cat vomit at any given moment and often times right out of a dead sleep. Still warm and steaming on the newly carpeted living room floor. Freshly propped up on an old shoe that is said dog’s favorite toy. The same old shoe that cost a paycheck to acquire, the exact piece of footwear that took forever to go on sale. And, in the end, the shoe that now looks like it went through a paper shredder.
If one is fortunate enough or possibly more to the point, dumbed down enough, to be owned by a pair of canines…you are forever aware of each one’s particular character flaws. For instance, when dog will eat light bulbs, a bottle of Newman’s Own Extreme Taco Sauce and a pound of fresh cut jalapenos. Perhaps, the dog is of Mexican descent. Or, perhaps the dog was born with Fetal Stupidity Syndrome. To which there is no cure.
The other dog? The good dog! The dog that is taken for granted and given charge of the house when the parents are away: This is the dog to watch out for. Still waters run deep and those deep brown eyes with wisdom instilled in them are all just smoke and mirror. This problem child is a binge eater. For months he or she will go about not having accidents on the bed, not attempting to do the dirty dishes that have piled up in the sink and ignoring the fresh bag of cat food you mistaken left within her muzzle’s grasp.
Than one day Cinderella dog will be helping you achieve your mornings serenity at a near by farm. Life is good. The sun is out and the dogs have not drawn blood on each other. Suddenly as though you have been placed smack dab in the middle of Texas Chainsaw Massacre; a scream that has never fallen on human ears will defecate the air with bad karma. As you run to save the life of the good dog. Just over the crest of the uphill battle called, pet ownership, you spot you sweetness de-throating or as the vet called it, going in for the kill, with a poor innocent gopher!
So top dog falls down the rung  and may lose executer access to your will if a killing spree happens again. But as quickly as you turn unto it’s better than ever street and call it quits for the day. Bad dog number one grabs your hand made woolen scarf that appears like a squeaky toy without the squeak…and with one false swoop prepares you for a hangin.
Bad Dog number One has received the highest of honors. He has been given a song that addresses what most animal lovers think but haven’t the heart to say in mixed company.

 I'm over being angry 'bout the hell you put me through
I’m over being angry ’bout the hell you put me through

Midnight, gettin’ uptight, where are you?
You said you’d meet me, now it’s quarter to two
I know I’m hangin’ but I’m still wantin’ you
Hey Jack, it’s a fact they’re talkin’ in town
I turn my back and you’re messin’ around
I’m not really jealous, don’t like lookin’ like a clown
I think of you ev’ry night and day
You took my heart then you took my pride away

I hate myself for loving you
Can’t break free from the things that you do
I wanna walk but I run back to you
That’s why I hate myself for loving you
Ow! Uh

Daylight, spent the night without you
But I’ve been dreamin’ ’bout the lovin’ you do
I’m over being angry ’bout the hell you put me through
Hey, man, bet you can treat me right
You just don’t know what you was missin’ last night
I wanna see you begging, say forget it just for spite
I think of you ev’ry night and day
You took my heart and you took my pride away

I hate myself for loving you
Can’t break free from the the things that you do
I wanna walk but I run back to you
That’s why I hate myself for loving you
Ow! Huh

I think of you ev’ry night and day
You took my heart and you took my pride away

I hate myself for loving you
Can’t break free from the things that you do
I wanna walk but I run back to you
That’s why I hate myself for loving you

I hate myself for loving you
Can’t break free from the the things that you do
I wanna walk but I run back to you
That’s why I hate myself for loving you

, don't like lookin' like a clown  I think of you ev'ry night and day  You took my heart then you took my pride away
, don’t like lookin’ like a clown
I think of you ev’ry night and day
You took my heart then you took my pride away

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