So, last Tuesday, I blogged about having to take my Yorkie into the vet to get spayed, and since then, I’ve received GREAT news.

I won’t have to pay to get her babies aborted. YAY! My grandmother’s friend breeds Yorkies, and has offered to take care of Mia just before she gives birth, and the weeks after that.  Stones offered the same, and I’m incredibly thankful for that, but I didn’t want to put any more of a burden on her as her life is already hectic enough. I will be able to visit Mia while my Grandma’s friend is taking care of her, and I’ll be able to bring her home once the puppies are old enough to be without her.  Let’s just hope I don’t get myself attached to any of them.

So, my one and half year old Yorkie, Mia, is pregnant.

Before I go on explaining how stressed out I am about this, I would just like to say, SHE IS A DAMN HUSSY.

I haven’t been able to get her fixed yet because of financial obligations, and now that she’s all knocked up, I wish I had spent the money on that instead of buying music. Anyways, so my grandmother’s Yorkie, Toby, corrupted her innocence, and got the broad pregnant. How rude, right? I mean, because seriously, Mia was an ANGEL. Like me. (Shut up, you know I’m an angel. These horns growing out of my head? Purely a fashion statement.)

I called Mia’s vet and set up an appointment for this Thursday, so I can have her spayed. Which also means that they are going to abort the babies. I feel so shitty because of it. The thing is, I can’t handle a litter of puppies right now. I would love to be able to have Mia stay pregnant, so she can shoot little Yorkies out of her no-no place, and I’ve thought about giving the puppies away or selling them once they’re born, but I’ve read up on it, and my anxiety will not be able to handle that. I would have to keep the babies for at least 4 weeks before I can give them away. There is NO fucking way in hell that I would be able to do this. The stress from Jasta (my 2 year old Yorkie) and Mia already makes me lose all coolness sometimes. Imagine having a litter? No thanks.

I’ve cried over this a couple of times because the idea of having to abort her pups just … kills me. It’s not something I’m prepared to deal with, though.

Does this make me a bad mommy?

*cries. again.*

Don’t tell Stones, but it’s getting harder and harder to resist the urge to munch on her cheeks.

Stones and I saw these flowers on display at Lowe’s. I’m not sure if the flowers are dying, or blooming.
They looked really awesome, though. Like, the type of flower that lures you in with it’s beauty, and awkwardness, and then EATS YOUR FACE TO GET TO YOUR SOUL.

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