Puppies!
Wriggling. Squeaking. Beeping. Mostly sleeping. Lazy fucks. Life is short. I told them they are only going to live maybe fifteen years MAX, but still they wanted to nap.
They belong to Double-Mastectomy, Hysterectomy, Born-With-Just-One-Kidney, Blood-Clot, Drop-Foot Chick (henceforth DMHBWJOKBCDFC). She sometimes wears a leg brace, but not often. She takes a lot of antidepressants that aren't helping her depression at all. Her impeding divorce has made her an emotional wreck, yet she still won't have sex with the cute Cuban bear guy she is kind of "dating." I would have sex with cute Cuban bear guy. He's very small and has blue eyes, so maybe he's not fully Cuban. I don't know. Do Cubans have blue eyes? Anything is possible, I guess.
I picked this one up. He licked my face and stretched. Probably once he opens his eyes and sees what I actually look like he'll never lick me again, but at least I know I SMELL good enough to lick. Regardless, it was a tender, precious moment. Maudlin, really.
They are all boys. I prefer girl dogs. But right now, you can't really see their little puppy penises. DMHBWJOKBCDFC wants me to adopt one (for $350), but they are Cairn Terriers and I don't "do" pocket-pups. Yeah, they're cute, but they aren't suited for hiking and at best could only retrieve MAYBE a ping-pong ball in their tiny mouths. No, I'm happy with Maggie.
Mommy. Her name is "Callie." I fucking HATE her name. But it's not her fault and I don't hate HER. Just her name. Please, don't ever name your dog "Callie." It's just stupid.
Momma watches over her brood. About twenty minutes later she was nursing them, but I had already packed up the camera and put it back in my truck and Fay was dumping another six inches of wind-driven rain and I wasn't about to go back outside and get it. This is Callie's second litter. I keep nagging DMHBWJOKBCDFC to get her FIXED, but she's apparently too preoccupied with her divorce and microwaving Bagel Bites for her (horrid) children to take the initiative. Still, I'm going to continue nagging her until that dog's guts are yanked out and tossed in the trash. Geez, you'd think DMHBWJOKBCDFC would WANT someone else in the house who has had a hysterectomy, too. Maybe they could share stories about the experience.
"Be careful," DMHBWJOKBCDFC, warns me. "She's very protective of her puppies. She already bit Alex on the ankle and drew blood and she attacked Lauren, too." Oh, please. I've heard these cautionary tales before. First, who could be frightened of a nip from that 6 pound dog? Second, Callie KNOWS I'm her superior. When she sees me, she immediately drops to the floor and rolls over in a submissive posture. Yes, I am a dog-whisperer. Kind of. But honestly... a papercut would be worse than a bite from Callie.
So, yeah. The puppies are cute, I suppose. Yet I couldn't help but be reminded of their similarity to sago grubs. Not much difference, really.
Maybe I'll take more photos once their eyes are open and they start developing their Cairn Terrier characteristics. For now, they're kind of just little more than canine lumps... pupating or whatever.
