Well, our dog is missing. He's my son's (and husband's) very best friend... and now he's gone. I really don't like him, but now that he's gone I feel like one of my kids is missing. What's worse is we think someone stole him... he's a brown doberman, and I'm afraid someone took him either to fight to as bait for a fighting dog. *Sigh* Why would someone do such a cruel thing? I mean really... I just want to find the person and kick their ass! They've caused such turmoil in my life... ass monkeys!!
I just keep wondering if they're taking care of him (doubtful) and loving him the way we do. And then I get sad. I think I need more Zoloft... What if we really never find him? Is this something you should report to the police? UGH! I haven't felt so... confused... in quite some time.
Come home Neo... we miss you!
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As a mother of 2, and stepmother to a third child, this motherhood thing may drive me crazy. But a good crazy, not the "need to commit me for life" kinda crazy. This is my life... And now I have been diagnosed with breast cancer, so life is getting even CRAZIER!
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