I'm not loving it yet.
Puppies and rabbits were adorable. Miscarriaged cats and infected dogs are uneasy. Syringes and knocking the air outta em are non-fulfilling.
The jargons are Greek to me.
I don't feel like I belong, even when there were moments where the Pomenarian puppy I was carrying laid comfortably sleepily in my arms, when a Westie lick my face while holding on to him for examination. Although I must add, it didn't feel good when a Pekinese growled at me. I don't really blame him. He was trembling.
I just don't feel good.
