I’m almost positive that mother nature just set me up for a horror film. I’ve created a fort in the corner of the house with a flash light, poptarts, baseball bat and gatorade. Bring it Zombies.
Rufio lost a ball during the neutered process. His heart couldn’t take the entire procedure since he’s incredibly small. We were going to take him back to lose the other family jewel but he didn’t handle the anesthesia at all. I really wasn’t expecting a dog who is incredibly lazy to have lance armstrong sperm with only one nut.
Rufio truly does amaze me at times.
My dog is pregnant.
I’ve been watching the puppies move inside her belly all afternoon.
Rufio is the father.
He doesn’t even have a job.
I’m freaking out.
It’s actually rather gross.
I’ve been wondering if they’ll inherit Rufio’s lazy eye.
Mattie wobbles when she walks.
I’m going to keep one of the spawns of Satan.
I’m deciding on naming it Tetris or well, actually just Tetris.
I really don’t want to be the only person here during the birth.
I’ll cry, then gag, then freak out. All in that order. Then Repeat.
OMGOSH SHE BETTER GIVE BIRTH ON A WEEKEND.