I mean, I think I was justified: she is terrible at her job. She doesn't bark when strange people enter or exit the house. She kisses rather than hisses at delivery men she's never seen when they come and invade her space. She runs for cover (usually behind me) anytime she hears a loud noise or walks beside large, imposing machinery. She ineffectually chases mice when they crawl out of her food and onto my kitchen table. Actually. I mean, ok, she scares them back into their little mouse holes, but that doesn't help either one of us.
I gave her her pink slip today and wished her luck with her search. She really is the weakest link in this equation.
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