The Legend of PeeWee, Part II (Or As My Mother Would Say, "Getting Old Sucks")

I'm in the front room by myself, watching TV and reading casually articles off of my phone.

Dad stomps down the hallway, through the room, holding PeeWee in one hand, mumbling to himself what seemed to be repetitive "Fuck you's."

I don't know if he was addressing the dog or Mom, who was in the bedroom.