I tell my boyfriend I like his schnauzer called Rosie, but in reality I hate the f****** creature. When we moved in together Rosie liked to defy me and even pissed my pillow once. My boyfriend thinks she’s behaving better out of nothing, but in reality I like to make her feel pain or fear whenever we’re left alone. I also fantazise about her dying of a heart attack or something. Yesterday I kicked her so hard my foot ached for like two hours, I know it’s cruel and horrible, but I can’t say I’m sorry.