I woke up at one thirty this morning because Tubby was barking her muzzle off.
I walked down all groggy to see my mother sitting on the floor with Sasha on her lap.
Sasha was groaning and had started to resemble Brownie on his first day.A bloated belly and those low painful moans.
I stayed for exactly two minutes before I ran back upstairs and went to sleep.

There is a part of me that wants to take care of her.But another that reminds me I could never deal with losing another pup again within a week.Doctor says it is stomach indigestion but thats exactly what they said for Brownie too and look what happened.Am I being selfish?Thinking about my own feelings?Letting Babydoll have her share of responsibility or pain?

Two minutes before I left my house, I knocked my phone off the wash basin into the toilet.
Two seconds after, I got down from my bus, my shoe snapped.
Two minutes later, I sat in some prickly plants and scratched myself all over my arms.
Two hours later, I removed three pairs of eyes from thirteen day old chicken yolks.

It hasn't been a great day.-