Why does summer always have to grind my nerves the wrong way? Dad goes into the hospital for a week, I've got to mediate for my parents taking my brother to college because they can't talk to him without him getting defensive or shutting down on them, conventions drive me up the wall and then I thought. Then I thought I could get myself a nice present for my birthday in the form of a puppy.

My friend and I got a pair of puppies last month and... well... I'm learning why you have a separate room for your arts and crafts. (and also why you don't bring home two puppies from the same litter)

I came home earlier this week to find that Chuck, my friend's puppy, had knocked over my supply box. I didn't think much of it until I went to work on  sugarcat's pony. He'd gotten into the two bags of hair I had in there, tore the bags open and tangled all the hair beyond repair. Then I noticed, as I was shuffling the bags and the bodies around, that everything was damp. Pee. He'd peed in my box. Not a lot, mind you, but when I hastily scooped the box up from him, I shook all the pee around inside.

I could almost cry I'm so upset, because I'm already stupid behind on this trade and this definitely didn't help. No matter, I'm ordering a new hair tonight. It took everything in me not to scream at him. He's just a puppy, after all, I shouldn't be surprised that my box of odd smelling/feeling things was so damn enticing.

Auuuugh. At least he didn't eat any of the hair. As far as I could see, anyways.

Also, after I get Sugar's trade done, I don't think I'll be doing ponies again, not for trade/commission anyways. I simply don't dedicate the time I need to and that's just unfair to other people. I kept trying and trying, but in the end, I just don't keep myself motivated enough. Bleh.