I hate my dog.
Yes. That’s right. Oskar jumped into my speaker literally hours after I made my post of admiration. It’s ruined, but a replacement driver and cone is on the way. I find it kind of ironic in a God-hates-me sorta way, actually. I mean, just as I was coming to terms with his flea-baggy-ass, he goes and does this. Jerk. My dog’s a jerk.
To express my feelings regarding the death of my prized speakers, here’s a picture of a Japanese robot baby. I think it incorporates just the right amounts of sad, creepy, and scary that I’m feeling:
