When my mothers’ dog had puppies, she was so happy. My brother was ecstatic to see them and my uncle was too. Everyone was excited…except for me.

Why? Because I knew, 4 weeks later, Mom, my brother and my uncle would be off at work leaving me to take care of them.

While they babied and googoo gahgahd them, I had to be the bad guy in teaching them to stop whining and biting. I had to be the one to seperate them from their mother when she needed a fucking break. I had to be the one to wake up at 3 AM to pick them up and shake them to get them to stop crying so much. And wouldn’t you know it, I’m the one that has to keep them on a 3 times a day feeding schedule.

God, I thought I already didn’t have enough time in the day to work on shit.