|This is what rejection looks like...|
I think I must have contracted brain flukes. Lord knows I have contracted a fair share of intestinal parasites as well, but that’s not the REAL issue here.
The real issue of the day: WTF have I gotten myself into?
This dog is 100 % going to eat Bella when Bella latches onto her cheek like the little dummy that she is. At the very least Tica Tammy is going to rip apart our house in an attempt to get back into the wild. Apparently she has separation anxiety. We went to the casino last night and left her home because we didn’t want to leave her outside the casino in the rain… Good news: She only scratched up the door a little bit. Bad news: She scratched up the door a little bit.
I need your votes, STAT people. I have less than 24 hours to figure this out.
Option A: Leave the dog in CR to an untimely death by motor vehicle or heart worms…
Option B: Bring Tica Tammy home and suffer the consequences…
The following is a breakdown of my reoccurring panic attacks:
Worst case scenario 1: I am the owner of 3 dogs and I get to enjoy my new single life when JS dumps me and my dawgs in a shack down by the reever.
Worst case scenario 2: Tica Tammy eats Bella and I am the owner of 2 dogs again.
Worst case scenario 3: Tica Tammy eats through my front door and escapes into the wild.
Best case scenario: All three little queens live happily ever after (with Mamma in a shack down by the reever).
THIS IS A CRY FOR HELP PEOPLE! I absolutely cannot decide which page to turn in this wacky Choose My Own Adventure. I feel like I'm in just a little over my head here, strapped to a runaway train that's barreling toward it's eminent demise. To summarize: I am very calm. VERY calm. WOOSAH...