It's a sunny afternoon

I am not a coffee drinker, but I'm halfway down my cheap mug. It's just an ordinary day with my ordinary routine ~ breakfast preparation for the whole family including my dogs at 5 to 6 am, dog-feeding at 7 am, and extra time onwards which I opted on dreaming. Yes, I slept the whole morning. I woke up to a headache but still forced my ass to do my work in the kitchen because I love my family.
See, I have more than enough time for myself but I still find myself cramming for school on Thursday nights until the dawn of Saturday. That's me.
At the moment, all I can do is watch my dogs pee in their corners at home. They still don't have their own cages because I still can't afford them. Maybe some time soon. I don't want them living on cages but it's part of teaching discipline to dogs and I don't really have much of a choice if I want them behaving at least well enough for the whole family.
The house smells like pee. We've been throwing out outdated piles of newspapers daily with our Mufasa's (a male chow) and Pumba's (a male mixed/askal) waste on them. I cannot allow them to go out yet and answer to nature's call until they're completely okay. They're still under medication for amebiasis/amoebiasis until this Friday and still on their first shot of vaccines and deworming. I cannot risk their health at this vulnerable time of their lives so they have to stay inside for at least 2 more months.
Dog-talk~baby-talk. I get mad at times but staring at them even for a few seconds melts my heart. They're my happiness. Feels like I gave birth to fraternal twins. I feel like a mother.