The negative dialectics of poodle cuisine

It didn't bother me that someone left my bathroom door open nor that Ezri the Poodle had been in there making mischief as she is wont to do. It did not bother me to have to pick up the garbage and refill the can.

What unsettled me was finding that the dirty ends to the Q-tips had all been bitten off and were none to be found.

Ew.