I hate my roommate. He used my toothbrush, used my towel, and chewed up a plastic cup of mine. Then I found out he was moving Tug's crate while I was gone. Then I come home two nights ago, and don't see Frag on the porch when I pull in the drive, and the roommate comes walking out of the house to his truck. I ask him where Frag is and he says "Oh, I just let him inside" (loose with Sir which is a big no no)... I had about **** my pants when I didn't see Frag there, and I verbally assaulted him in the street for everyone to hear. So sick of his denial and lies, he won't admit to doing anything wrong. He was supposed to be moving out this week, but last night his appendix burst, so we have to take care of his annoying crappy dog and put up with him until he heals and can move. Damnit. All. >.<