
Why am I still reading this?

It's like when you do something stupid, and you can't look away... even as the pot of spaghetti sauce comes crashing down onto the floor and splatters everywhere, all over the oven, the cabinets, the dog, everywhere.
Or in other words, morbid fascination.
You know you don't like it, but you can't stop looking.
What the fuck is up with the dog tag?