biopsy

Guess it's about time to show I'm still alive, the mom gave up on the puppies, killed one, bit me, got a total of 8 stitches between my lip and nose (she was suffocating one and I couldn't stand to hear it whine, so I tried to move her). Been bottle feeding the litter and am going nuts doing so, running myself ragged, been playing World of Warcraft in my spare time since it's the only thing I can be somewhat productive in besides housework seeing that the puppies need to eat every 3-4 hours. We have lost 6 puppies, hopefully the last one to be lost is the one that just passed about 20 minutes ago. I am starting to crack, I can't handle this shit, I don't care who tells me this is good karma or what, I can do it... but.. It gets to me especially because it's my responsibility due to the fact of my moms boyfriends irresponsibility in getting his fucking dog fixed. So she just sat down in my room and decided to have her puppies on MY dogs bed. Great... My dog sleeps with me most of the time anyway, so I told my mom to get me WoW instead of another dog bed and she was okay with that lol. I'll need something to keep me from going nuts more than a dog bed. So, a breakdown of my current social life, Jenny, Puppies, Pete, WoW, Myself.