“Motherhood, even to furbabies, means a lot of picking up literal sh*t from the ground.”
There’s dog fights and dog tears, and moving moments of fear. Case in point: I just let Hazel out to go potty, but a neighbor closed their window and she got so spooked she crawled under the back on a patio chair just to get stuck under the front of the patio chair as she was skittering away from the scary noise. I rescued her from the noise and from the chair and held her small little body in my arms. Dog parenting is a scary thing. There are so many things that can go wrong. Baby parenting is on the horizon, but if this is scary that is Defcon 5 scary…
Parenting is dislodging toys from around little necks.
Parenting is dressing wounds in the most ridiculous way you can, just to stave off further suffering.
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