I'm not.
I just lost my sketch book.
And school started.


All the rabbits died. You remember, the eight babies I got to look after?
More recently I had three neoploitan mastiff pups. They all died as well. However, four were given to a proper foster mother (Chow Chow). Two are still kicking. That is, two of what was originally 14. The mother managed to kill seven of the pups before we could get them away from her.

My convict cichlids spawned, but then ate the fry when the hatched. I think they are gearing up to do it again. They totally caught me by surprise as well, since the larger two are about an inch long now.

Hector continues to grow. He is now six months old and weighs about 50 lds. He is also the first dog we ever had who figured out how to open door. And he did it ALL BY HIMSELF. I am so proud. C: The only problem is the little (not so little anymore) bugger keeps opening my door and sitting on me. Just a reminder: Hector is a rottie/Rhodesian ridgeback mix.

Andddd... My female fighting fish is more aggressive than my male. >.<