I'd rather sell them to people I know, but if no one wants them then they have to go to the pet store. We're THAT evil.
The last time we had pups, we gave them away for free. Big mistake. By the end of the year, 5 puppies died. Owners just won't take care of them unless they've paid. So this time we have to charge. We don't want to see these pups die before their parents do.
The Black Male dog has already got a home, and he'll be gone by the end of the week.
I think I kinda like these guys . I'm going to miss them biting my hands.
So I may as well break into song now and get over it.
This song is called I'm not crying, by FoTC. *Sniff*
There's just a little bit of dust in my eye.
It's from the path that you made, when you said goodbye
I'm not weeping cause you wont be here to bite my hand
For you information, there's an inflammation in my tear gland.
I'm not upset because you left me this way
My eyes are just a little sweaty today
They've been looking around a lot searching for you
They've been looking for you, even though I told them not to.
These aren't tears of sadness, they're tears of joy, I'm just laughing.
Ha*cry* Hahahaha Hahh*sigh*
I'm sitting at this table called love, staring down at the irony of life
How come we've reached this fork in the road, and yet it cuts like a knife?
Not Bret, though. He's staying with us. yay!
In news that is so much more uncute, take a look at this:
How's that? Don't feel like going paint balling anymore do you? Hahaa. It actually looks a lot worse than it feels. It just stings a little. Weird shape though. The scar forms a ring. The middle part is still normal skin. No comments on the hairiness, please.
Oh, and I just started driving. It's ok, but the road outside my house is impossible. Too narrow.
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