The worst mother in the world has been located.
Pearl the dog goes outside and pees in roughly the same spot every 2 hours, and now, this dumb babbit has gone and built a hutch two feet from that spot.
She did the least amount of planning, almost no digging/preparation. Bitch is ghetto!
And how did I come to notice? I let Pearl out to pee, and Pearl, who has been losing it and is not long for this world
, actually stands face to face one foot away from the beast; who isn't moving. Actually finishes peeing before jumping at her. Poor rabbit had to run off around the corner and out of Pearl's distance of sight - about 10 feet. And then I notice that the ground where she had been... was
moving.
Five babbit babies, eyes closed, furless, wriggling around asking where's the mama that had us an hour ago.
Fuckin' home ownership. I gotta get out of this place, if it's the last thing I ever do. Which means Mrs. Bunnieworth has to move. I can let Pearl out the front door, but in about ten days, this place goes on the market, short-sale, and pictures have to be taken and everything.
And it sets me off crying. I've been crying a lot. She left me not a month ago, setting off an emotional storm that took two weeks to even get into. I though I'd be fine. I'm a wreck. I look at my poor dying dog and these five dying babbits, my dead relationship, my house that's underwater because I kept it for the benefit of her and her two adult children and her credit rating, and I'm lost again.
Damn babbit is not returning for her kids. Worst mother in the world.