Get up, get a drink, spill it on my white shirt, changed it and sat down, that's all I did while my parents left, I had no idea where the fuck the dog was at the time as I was on my computer 99% of the time.
Everyone gets home and the dog is acting weird, my dad barged into my room twice asking what did I do, I responded with what I did twice "got up, got a drink, spilt it, came back in here"
I come out hours later and asked another 3 times, I gave the same answer and now im getting rather annoyed.
dude, get this through your fucking skull: I didn't know where the dog is at, therefore I couldn't have done a damn thing to it, leave me alone now.
If I'm asked again, im raising hell because he's hell bent on thinking that I did something