Whipped!
Poor Mark was constantly whipped and micromanaged by Fran. No Mark, you can't have the great dane. My dogs are the best, they can do no wrong. Mark, don't even go to the garage to check on the barking, here's a conveniently placed decorative container of cotton balls to stick in your ears. You can't even take a walk, stay here while the stereotypical Asian man prepares our dinner party so I can exercise undue influence on the dog show judge. Hell, even the dachshunds got to be in Fran's bed, not Mark. She was so high maintenance, she must have been loaded.
share