trouble, trouble, and more trouble...

prada has been in major b*tch mode lately... the other day she bit me as i tried to pick her up... good thing i was fast enough to pull away, so her sharp tooth just grazed me... she had a time out for that one... a nice cuddle in the blanket with me... of course she hated it... 

i have half a mind again to declaw her... she is clawing everything!  even the sides of the once beloved leather couch... she has also gone through two rolls of toilet paper... the good kind too...

she has been on the counter and stove top... apparently she likes the taste of bacon grease... 

she's getting fatter and has obtained a pot belly... 

her father has moved out and abandoned her... not really... but i can't let her go to a shelter... no one will understand her antics... people will fear her and she'll either be bounced from home to home, shelter to shelter, stuck at a shelter forever, or kicked to the street again... then i think if we keep her, i may not be able to get another dog because she totally hates dogs... i don't know... just some things i have to think about... i am not a fan of ditching animals... i will admit i have done so before and i feel really bad about it now... 

why can't she just be nice?  life would be so much easier if she were...