To start with, we didn’t really plan on having a lot of dogs. Back in the 90′s (forgot the year) we had one male dog. When my father came back from his vacation in the province, he had brought along a female dog! So we had a dog couple – just what are you up to dad? That bitch (a term for female dogs) gave birth to pups. Now those female pups grew up and gave birth to more pups! To cut it short, old/sick dogs that had passed away were replaced by their offspring.
It’s always so painful whenever I have to give away pups. My mom and I would always argue about it. I do the bargaining like, “this will be the last one I promise!” and she’d agree. I get easily attached because technically, I’m like their second mom right? Besides, I felt that nobody will ever be good enough to be their other mom – that I’m the only one who can give them genuine love. That’s just foolish and selfish. I know! I can’t help it though, I’d really cry for days and convince my mom as hard as I can until she gives in. Just recently, it didn’t work. So you can just imagine how heartbroken I was. I know this is something not to be proud of, but I didn’t talk to my mom for 4 days – unless needed. I just stayed in my room, tried to get sick (I have asthma so I know what triggers it), and drank a liquor or two (with less than 10% alcohol content haha). I just got sober after I read something that’s supposed to be private. So I made amends with her as if nothing happened. I’m still not completely over it though, because that pup was extra special.. But life moves on right?
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