Okay I never knew it was supposed to be like this.
Whining and yapping all night. Got a few hours sleep.
Mom has a food aggression problem even with her own puppies.
Oh, and go ahead and shoot me for this but I spraigned my ankle this morning stepping down onto the driveway. Busted my azz pretty good.
Went straight to the Hospital before thinking that I should bring the dogs in from the balcony.
So all x-rayed and bandaged up I return to my pad and find people out back on the ground floor garden. One of the little daredevils decided he wanted to see how it feels to hit grass from 8 feet. Luckily he was just chilling down there without any signs of damage. I checked all of his limbs and he is good. Must have bounced off the damp mossy grass floor with his big fat tummy. Man, this dog mothering shet is hard work..