Holy (*BEEP* We are Having Some Technical Difuculites so Please Disregard the Title. Heh.)

 So when we came back from the beach, which was FYI not as fun as I thought it'd be. Anyway. So we were coming in and taking all the stuff in when this thought hit. Angel is pregnant. Did she have the puppies? And I'm like, no way!! My mom is next to me and we open the garage door. Remember! I can't see!
  There's my white puff ball of a dog on a bean bag, that I recognize but the four or so furry brown blurs underneath her, I don't remember.
Me: "Mom, she didn't...."
Mom; "Oh god"
Shuts the garage door real fast and walks outside.
So sometime before we left, my pregnant dog decided to have kids while we were gone. How weird is that.

So I'm all like, HOLY (*BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP*)  PUPPIES!!!!

And my mom is all like,
 HOLY (*BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP*) PUPPIES!
And my older brother is all like,
 HOLY (*BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP*)
THAT'S DISGUSTING!!! Touching me!! Touching me!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
(Running like a little girl from my now mother dog, Angel. He's 3 months from being 17)

And that was how these little angels (demons in my brother's point of view) were born.
Now the only question that remains is....
Do you want a puppy?