#completely sure i could handleit

[zelinkslullaby]

Why I had a breakdown at 3:30 am

The most stressful turn of events just happened in the span of

10. Minutes.

So, its 3 am. Lola all of a sudden goes to the door. I assume she has to pee and call her name to prevent her having an accident until I finish my task and get up. She does not answer. So i do get up, and shes sniffing viciously at something.

Never a good sign.

And then. I hear a scratch, and thump. Lola whimpers and the noise repeats harsher.

A mouse. And a large one, at that.

"Oh fuck" I say, grabbing Lola and on shaky legs try to see it. I chicken out many times hoping Lola will drive it away. It is trapped somewhere, I learn, as it does not run from Lola's anger. "Oh fuck" I say again, grabbing a tense and alert hound. Lola would never bite me, she's the best girl and only focuses on the mouse while I hold her and shes shaking.

I find it in this weird open part of the wall we have (we're currently fixing up out house) and its stuck on a glue pad thankfully (awful, I know, but they're too smart for traps here and we just really fuckin hate mice okay) Lola gets angrier at seeing it finally. I put her in her cage and decide I'll use an umbrella to drag it out.

Lola starts screaming.

The mouse is screaming bloody murder (obviously)

And Kava starts barking. Oh my fucking god.

I grab Lola from her crate and decide to do the rest while holding her cause shes fuckin screaming and its 3 fuckin am and we're gonna have another waking up dad fiasco but worse cause its NOISE.

Anyway, somehow, I succeed. I receive a "oh my god my hope and life plan are falling to shambles" but we dont have time to unpack all of that. And I decide to take them outside to pee cause ya know, they probably gotta.

It's a little difficult with Lola still in hunt mode but I manage. We go back inside, I give them biscuits, Kava doesnt get possessive which I take as progress. I feed her since shes still a puppy and eating 3 meals a day. I make sure Lola stays back cause Kava is very agressive over food.

She finishes. They're fine. I go in the living room assuming they're close behind.

And a sudden, out of FUCKING NOWHERE DOG FIGHT BREAKS OUT.

I run in and grab Kava's leash and throw her back and Lola's scruff. They're both still in "I'm gonna kill you" mode while I'm holding them apart. This obviously awakens my mother. I put Kava in her crate, look Lola over, and explain all this to my mom in utter exasperation.

No one prepared me for the severity of dog fights and that they would be like that. I was completely unprepared. Articles lead me to believe this would be a rare occurrence when it's happening multiple times a day and I'm stressed beyond belief and sleep deprived due to Kava being an actual baby crying all night.

So. That all happened. In the span. Of 10. Minutes.

I'm ready to die.