I just came back home from my grandparent's home and when I go in my room I see that my trash bag is ripped open and there's toilet paper everywhere. My siblings where with their dad but I still asked "WHO THE FUCK WAS IN MY ROOM?!" My mom said it was the dog, and that she put her in my room for only a minute. My room is my room not the dog's room, and besides the dog has her cage, so why the hell put her in my room. I could rip out my hair and fucking shoot myself. If I had a shotgun I'd blow myself to hell.