Sierra
Three months later.
The heat was killing me. A low ache in my back was about to send me spiraling. These Braxton Hicks were no joke. A small wine from behind me has me smiling.
“Hey Scout, everything’s okay, buddy. Mommy is just not feeling so great today,” I say to my six-month-old Golden Retriever male puppy. He’s been extra clingy today.
Daisy, my female Golden Retriever pup, comes trotting into the kitchen, where I am putting their dog food into their bowls. Fancy meals for my babies, as I put rice, chicken, and two eggs in each of their bowls. Anthony and I argued about what to feed them. He wanted to buy regular dry dog food, and I refused to feed them that. I made all their meals. I even made their desserts. I changed the concept of my dessert bar and made it into
