Puppy Love

Our dog's boobies going larger again. As well as her abdomen - swollen like tumor. Agggh. She's such a bitch. Bitch. Literally. Small, malnourished, icky puppies, who will never know who their biological father/s is or are, will come roaming around the house again. And some corner will get stale due to dried umbilical or embryonic water. Whatever.

Just this morning, she rummages through under beds, open cabinets, cozy spots where she could get laid, whining here and there. Pregnancy labor! That time when your husband (if he manages not to leave you) gets overly panic 'cause he'll have his next baby. Aaaah! Freaky. You may find it cute, but having experienced that almost ten times already makes me sick. I wish I could tie her fallopian tubes myself. I can't wait for menopause. Do you know when do dogs have it? I'm excited.

I came back home from school midafternoon just to see all bedrooms locked up, cabinets tightly jammed. Yet, she managed to topple down a bag of old clothes saved at an empty room at the topmost floor. With yellow liquid uncontrollably puoring out of her you-know, licking it panically (may word bang ganun?). She kept on whining and breathing madly. Hard labor. Like overly hot sex.

A few minutes ago, before I got online, my brother said, "Nanganak na siya, may brown stripes."

What? Stripes? Hehe. He meant spots. Like hell, I repeat, it's not cute. But still, I love her. Eight years of wagging tail welcoming you should really melt your heart.