I fUcking hate my job sometimes. Most of the time, I love the freedom it affords me, and the money is good, but some days, I hate it.
Today is one of those days.
I just went out to the kennel building to let the puppies out. Six of them still get to play together, and they frollick and pounce and give funny little puppy growls.
Today there are only five.
During the night, one of the puppies somehow got its head stuck between two parts of the frame of its kennel. It's just all splayed out and cold and stiff. It's dead.