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Get your tissues, cause this is gonna be a sad one

I feel lost, frustrated, sad.

Some tests ruled out an excellent frenchie I had in mind for my breeding program. And it’s not even that which’s making me sad, what really gets on my nerves is that not one tenth of the breeders scans dogs in this country. Well, the other person who scans I already know and respect a lot, but no one else. Which means that I’ll have to look elsewhere to get frenchies. But, oh wait. No decent breeders will have anything to do with Brazil, because of the backyard breeders and the infamous personality that most breeders have here.

Sometimes I wonder how I can call myself a breeder, if I breed next to nothing, and now only God knows when I’ll have a litter. How can I call myself a breeder with two or three frenchies?

But then sometimes… Sometimes I just sit and wait. Because I’d rather not do it at all than do it the wrong way. Maybe this bad fame I inherited from the place I live will turn around, and I hope I’m a part of that.

Until then… No pup for you, Vivz.

One very sick me versus the ‘verse

Back from health testing a girl. Between x rays, blood samples, veterinary appointments and ultrasounds, it is very infuriating that this small fortune I’ve paid costs more than some french bulldog puppies in this country.

Some guy that calls himself a breeder is involved in half a dozen scandals. They go from registering a bitch with a famous kennel’s name to trick people into thinking she came from that breeder, breeding girls with severe manges, breeding his girls several times in a row and since their first season, and even admitting to having switched two males’ pedigrees because he didn’t want to pay a stud fee. How LOW and sick can people get?

And what I really don’t understand is how. the. effing. way. he can still sell puppies, and buy frenchies from other people. These people that sell him are usually owners who bred their girls. I would expect that even though owners lack the knowledge to breed their dogs correctly, that they would AT LEAST care about the puppies’ future. But apparently not.

This is what makes me very very glad that I only have one litter every 18 months or so. Even though I am not surrounded with puppies not nearly as much as I’d like to, I get to select the future owners of the puppies very well, which in this country is a little bit harder than I’d like it to be. I shudder to think of my dogs in hands like these. It literally makes me sick to my stomach.

Question

Will I ever be able to carpe weekend? I have a huge to do list for this weekend, including study for two huge tests, write a paper and wrap up two projects, but all I’ve been able to do is: Sleep, play Me and My Katamari on Hubby’s PSP, play with the dogs, come up with a new nickname for Yaza Who Won’t Eat (Fio, which means wire or line in Portuguese. She’s as thin as one of those) and watch TV Shows (so far, House, Grey’s Anatomy and soon The Office, Chuck and Gossip Girl).

Where did my weekend go and can it be friday night again? Pretty please?

I build (other people’s) websites

It’s a joke. A good one, too.

I spend my days, several hours, bent over code over code over code. HTML, CSS, the occasional actionscript and whatnot. Building solid, SEO friendly and nicely designed websites. But I don’t have half an effing hour to finish up MY website. I’ve been trying since JUNE. And I just can’t seem to finish it. So all my websites right now are supermegasucky and it’s making me beyond uneasy.

I also have to reinstall The Sims with all the expansion packs and all the custom content. That will be around 20gb of junk I’ll have to delete from one of my hard drives, but at least it’ll take a little bit of my stress away.

Is it time to start planning my huge-to-do-list for my december school vacations? I’ll still have to go to work, but I’ll have the mornings free.

Girl on Girl

Yaza has always been calm and submissive around me and my family. She is the alpha between Sayid and her, no questions asked, even though she arrived when Sayid was 2 years old and she was merely a 6-7 month puppy. So when I brought Mirabela over, who is almost 3 years old, I had no idea that they would become instant enemies.

Girls are weeeeeeird. And I can see the cogs working inside Sayid’s head, most of the times he’s sniffing one of the girls when the other comes out of nowhere and just looks at the first girl a little weird and that’s all it takes to send Sayid into “run! for your lives! zomg!” mode.

As for them girls, for now they’re living apart so it’s okay, but I wonder when I finally move in with my hubby and the dogs, and puppies eventually, how it’s going to be. I guess I’ll just have to watch a lot of Cesar Millan before that.

Doors closing, windows opening

I’ve been trying to get a good, decent camera now for over two years. Whenever I get some spare money, I think about it and I make huge plans. But something else always comes up.

This was the closest I’d ever gotten so far. No, I will not be getting the camera. Instead, I will be getting something much more valuable and priceless. Stay tuned.

Today in a nutshell

Today was sort of a bad day. I couldn’t wake up because I was up till 3 a.m. finishing up a project, so I missed my first test at the university. Nice. Then Yaza wouldn’t eat. Then lunch was awful and I promised myself an ovaltine milkshake but forgot about it. Then I came to work and started craving chocolate like crazy. Then it’s my four year anniversary with hubby, but he had to go on a business trip. Then I have to pee and I hate the bathroom at work, so I’ll hold it for 22 minutes until I leave.

But today we had chocolate truffles at work because it’s a colleague’s birthday. A friend of mine showed me around his place with his rocking new webcam, it’s filled with cute Pugs, nice green scenery and a gorgeous baby following and giggling. It was nice. And now I’m going to the mall, alone, but going anyways, to treat myself to some well earned sushi.