Welp, Holly is definitely preggers. And she's pregnant with a little whelp! Or, more likely, a bunch of them. An entire litter, even. Sigh. I love dogs, and I love Holly, but I'm not sure if I'm ready to take care of the little ones. We'll see. I don't want to give em up. I would consider giving them to worthy families, but who knows who these people really are? That kid could be the next Jeffrey Dahmer, eager to get a head start on his psychopathic career with a go at one of her babies. Scary, scary thought. Shudder. Oh well...what are ya gonna do? Take the good with the bad. I have a good knack for figuring out people, so I think I'll be able to spot the good ones from about a mile away. It's worked so far with the men in my life... which probably explains why there aren't any! No good men for miles. Plus, whenever I do meet someone I end up running an extensive people search on them and finding out bad stuff. Ugh. Sometimes my propensity to find people hurts me. Makes me paranoid. Just like the people who wrote To the War on Drugs. Talk about conspiracy theories!