Valentine's Day.. aka Singles Awareness Day.. aka Hate Day!

Yes I hate Valentines Day! It's the stupidest holiday ever invented! I mean come on! It's just something the candy, flower, and teddy bear corporation in order to boost sells during the Lull after Christmas. It isn't even really a holiday. We don't get school off and the postal service is burdened with having to deliver everything from Valentine's Cards to boxes with cream filled chocolate which will probably be thrown out or forgotten in a closet some where. I think it's time that we revolted against the man and did away with it at all. And a quick memo to all you girls who tell your boyfriends, "It's ok.. you don't have get me anything." Oh please! Just freaking tell him what you want so he can get it for you and save him the pain of having to hear you sniveling when he doesn't get what you really wanted. Be happy you have someone to give you stuff!! Geez! Now.. my Valentine's Poem:

A day when young eager hearts confess their secret love for one another.
Then in a single moment they are brutally rebuffed and spurned!
Tragically the fresh bud is ripped in two and then carelessly and maliciously thrown into a lifeless gutter.
There the heart will quiver and shudder in a violent profusion of never ending pain.
- Raivyn Fitzpatrick

This does not necesarrily reflect the authors true views of love nor does it hinder her desire to be loved. Thank you, you may now return to sanity.

The Day Molly almost Died

Today, like most mornings, started off to the sound of puppy yips. Not the playful kind where they are tearing each other apart, but the kind when you know you have to get up and take them outside before they leave you a mess in the laundry room. Irritatated at the lack of sleep I was getting and the fact that I had to wake up 45 minutes before schedule, I rolled out of bed and made my way to the puppy cages. One by one I took the pups out into the fresh morning and walked them. We've had the puppies since Christmas and they have gotten it into their minds that everyone's back yard.. is their back yard. So we walk them on leashes in the morning, and since i can't handle both of them, plus Buster at the same time, it's one by one. They wandered about at first and did their usual morning mayhem. Once they began to chew on the trees I knew it was Kennel time (that's where we put them in the big kennel thing to play without constant supervision.)
The puppies for the most part are really good. They are cute, fun to play with, and certainly bring more fun and excitement into our lives, including Buster's. Dad has started taking Molly to puppy classes, teaching her tricks and getting her trained. She is quite the quick one and is doing really well. Too bad he hasn't taken Star (she really needs to learn to behave.) Molly like I've said before is quite adventurous and almost fearless. She is the first to explore unknown territory and has no problem sticking her face in Buster's face (that's a peril unheard of!.. truth be told.. i think she has a crush on Buster). Molly is smaller than Star and is less dominant. She is always getting picked on by Star and whatever Molly has, Star has to have too! We have to seperate them when they get treats because Star likes to steal Molly's treats. But she is a wonderful little puppy. Always ready to give kisses, willing to sit in your lap, and up for the challenge of a new game.
I left them pups this morning in their kennel as is custom when we are away and left for school. Dad came home shortly after that and began his routine of taking care of the puppies. After an hour or so he put them in their kennel. In about 5 or 10 minutes he heard the puppies sqwauking.( The pups are nitorious for fighting and yelling at the top of their lungs, even if they aren't even touching each other. ) At first he dismissed. But the cries didn't stop, they continued and seemed to get worse. Quickly he rushed out to the kennel and found the puppies wrestling on the floor. But they weren't wrestling. They had been but now it was a fight to survive. Molly's collar had gotten tangled and stuck in Star's mouth and was tightly caught around her neck. Dad released Star's collar because he wasn't sure what the problem was. He was unable to find the quick release of Molly's collar and was ready to cut it because Molly had gone limp by this point. He then noticed it stuck in Star's mouth. He unleashed the collar, scooped Molly up and rushed her to the vet. Molly was quite close to Cardiac Arrest, but through the grace of God and the good physicians at Southlake Animal Clinic she made it through.
I came home from school and found Star all by herself. I had no idea what was going on and where Mom, Dad, and Molly were. I called their cells and got no answer. I just waited. After about 10 minutes I saw the car pull up and Star, Buster and I rushed out to see what happened. Molly sat int he grass looking quite shaken and tired. Mom and Dad told me the whole thing. I picked up Molly and we sat in the living room talking. The poor thing was so exhausted and just lay in my lap. She'll be fine.. the Lord's hand is upon her and she's a fighter. Thank you Jesus for our Molly.. Good Golly Miss Molly.