Yesterday my mom went out of town for the night leaving me and my boyfriend to take care of her 15 dogs. Yeah, 15 freaking dogs. We live on 20 acres so the can run as they please. And these little assholes are spoiled. Every night, they get fed left overs and canned food. Well last night, I let them out at 6 so I could get their food ready and 4 decide to not come home. So I get the others all taken care of while he's out working on his car (I know the system so I've got this). Finally, 1 of them comes home at about 7. She's covered in blood so I call him in to help me check her out and we figure out its not hers. Not only is it not hers, its rotten. She just reeks. So we give her a bath and get her fed. As I'm putting her away at 7:30, 2 more come home. Same thing. Covered in rotten freaking blood.. Get them bathed and fed.. The last dog out there, still refusing to come home no matter how much I call him. Eventually I went back out to call for him again, and there he is at 10. Running across the freaking yard. Continuing to run away from me. So he slept outside all night. Fast forward to 6:30 this morning. Got up, let all the dogs out. Little ass that stayed out all night, still doesn't want to come in. And the other 3 that got into something just take off. Now it's 8:11, I've been calling for the 4 of them since 6:45 and still nothing. My throat is sore from calling for them. My mother's dogs are why I will never own one. I try and be nice and help her out and it always bits me in the ass.