f.m.l. i up and killed him.
well this week has been a fucker to say the least..lets see lets see..i went to groom a dog and well he…kaput..that bastard died..oh yes, it died on me. and it wasn’t like a fight to death or anything..i was clipping the nails, and i felt his little body collapse.naturally as any normal functioning human being would do, i freaked..but started doing doggie cpr? well after 10 mins of that there was nothing i could do, and i sure as hell was not going to make out with a dog for another 15, damn dog was getting more play than my husband had and i felt awful..i called the owners and they freaked..i felt horrible, but what the hell can you do? the dog was 15 years old and dying anyway, he had a stroke in the worst place to have one my shop..fml…bad press much?
About me
Im 23, and currently continuing my life's story in so cal. Just trying to obtain anything this life's got to offer me.. Im a mom, a wife, an artist, poet,blogger,writer,singer,songwriter,painter,
multitasker,and so much more. Im just trying to live my life, i have no handbook, no guidelines just me. This is my life no restrictions no bull, its the only way i deliver. 
