I was mad I wasn’t allowed to join my dad downstairs. I’m a toothy jerk.
I went downstairs in our house to take a timed online final, leaving my dog upstairs, blocked by a closed door so she wouldn’t disturb me. She spent the next three hours barking and howling, and, it turns out, trying to chew through the door to come and see me. And she wasn’t the least bit sorry. Toothy jerk.