Cleaning up after puppies is like cleaning up after children? If you do it right? I’ve seen it done left growing up? Piss smell? Shit? No one cleaning it up or bleaching? Many people do feel like owners and many owners don’t know a thing about maintenance?
So this bed is messy. And is going to be washed today. They are old enough to give them their shots. A shout out to Angela and Mama Jean who have been keeping the food going. I can’t just go get a job and leave the puppies to fend for themselves? And my standards are way higher than they were about everything.
They are not children. And need to be worked with each day to build trust and help them learn? If you take yourself seriously? I wonder these days? Can’t work and have fun? Man? That’s rough? For you!
Here’s a pic. I would love some donations towards feeding them. If your interested in being chosen by one of them? That’s would be so great! Please message me about it and we can begin talks. And what you feel a dog is worth to you? Especially babies that have lives with their midwife before birth?
I’ll figure out how to put a paypal button here somewhere. Thanks to anyone that gives a shit.
May God bless you back like you help me!
Meet the gang. Venus, jack and Jill. bubba, little bit. Angel didn’t make it. Rip. But always present in spirit. My Maximus is very intuitive. I had his picture taken? And he’s very intuitive? Which means empathic. Which is. Great trait to have as a companion?
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Meds for Bubba
Milk. I don’t care. They like it.
And yes. I am living with them. It’s not easy being a dog.
And I’d like some smokes.
And they need to be vaccinated. So they can go run outside!!
That’s my budget right now. Not to expensive? And I thought maybe some people reading this would like to
Join in helping me? I can help them when they need it? Why must I go to welfare and beg? If I must beg? For something I do feel we all earn at some Point? Like cover my back right now? Does not God tell us to go forward? Why is my back turned towards you? No!!
Look. At me. I am hovering over the children born out of the past and who are born in the past and not the past but the future. My back is turned as I bend over them with my own body. Like these puppies? Your telling me it’s good enough for them and not good enough for me?
What? Have we become? Nothing if we see a classification at all. And maybe my language is twisted just right to catch that attention!! Like the hook I am. My daddy went fishing and look at me.
Thanks for nothing. Or thanks for something. Either way. Thank you.
Thanks. It’s going towards supporting me as I grow these intuitive puppies for their companions. Maximus is a registered service dog. Their father. And Layla will be soon as she’s done training. This is a one of a kind litter.
Born on Halloween. These puppies should belong to witches. Message me if the divine has lead you here?