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.
Hey, don’t be a jerk and you love on them puppies. Their time here is gonna be so much shorter than yours, so you should at least show them a good time before you eventually get rid of them.
Ya never know whats gonna happen to them when they leave you, so show em some love and kindness why you still can.
That’s the gayest shit I’ve ever heard.
You misunderstand, I love the shit out of all of them and I’m upset that some of them will have to go. But its just the practice of keeping up with them that annoys me. We’re most likely keeping 3 and giving the others away so I really have to dedicate myself to especially loving those 3.
Also the mother seems to hate them.