kvetching up

 Entry 1    12:15 p.m. Jenny is in the hospital until Wednesday. I am home with the girls. She has a procedure in the morning. Not much else to report. Our heat pump stopped working, so our backup electric heat system kicked in. It is for shit. We have the gas fireplace and two electric heaters in the living room to supplement the electric heat that kicks in when the heat pump isn't working. It is quiet here. The girls are on the sofa, and have been together for more than an hour. It is a combination of the cold basement, the need for emotional support to deal with the fears we all harbor, that drove Abby from her lair.  I am grateful.  So many of Jenny's friends are reaching out. The time is coming that I will talk to them for the last time. I am dreading Jenny's death. I am also dreading the pregnant "how are you doing" questions that will come for the next year or years. The "I am so sorry" and "How are the kids handling this?" statements an...

Entry 1     9:47 a.m. Buddy just hurt Willow . They had been playing as usual.  Occasionally he gets grumpy.  He clearly doesn't like that he is sharing his territory.   The two of them were rolling around, wrestling by my feet, when she started whelping.  I looked over to see he had her pinned to the floor and was biting her lip.  I tried to pry him off of her, he had hold of her lip and wouldn't let go.  It wasn't overzealous playing, it was intentional.  He gets pissy sometimes when they are playing. She can be super annoying, pulling his tail, biting his ears with her sharp baby teeth.  But this was an order of magnitude more aggressive than Buddy's usual growl, nudge or nip.  When I couldn't get him to release her by pulling on him and yelling let go, I hit him for the first time ever, then stuck my hand in his mouth, which was still gripped tighty around her lip, pulled and yelled.  He released her then, and I c...