Yeah, I forgot yesterday's post. Big whoop! Wanna fight about it?
I had a feeling this day would come. What do I do? What can I do?
This past week has been pretty hectic. Why? Good question. I don't rightly know. What I do know is that I might be getting a dog, which presents it's own line of complications.
I've always been around dogs growing up. Even though I was the cat person, and the dog was something cool that my friends had, I knew that there would be a day when I could get a dog for myself. I longed to go to a park and throw a Frisbee, or go on jogs along some kind of tributary in the North East sequestered in an urban jungle of homeless people and minorities. Alas, my mom knew we couldn't handle the responsibility.
What about now though?
It's funny trying to go out and find a pet. Often the process to me is very arbitrary and the ultimate pick often ends up being what you least expected. Even what you were expecting doesn't work out! I walk into these shelters, faced with a myriad of furry inmates praying for death, and I am their savior, their redeemer from the cruel hands of fate. Even after getting the pet, all the other things come into play. What kind of food do you get? What kind of toys do you get? Flea medication? Jesus Christ! I just wanted a dog...
The first thing that popped into my head wasn't any of these questions. What happens if it dies? Do I bury the dog? What are the protocols that come out of a furry death? I don't rightly know, but it was a question that needed answering, dammit.
Maybe now you realize why I didn't make a post this week on Friday. I forgot, but that's besides the point!
I also got a proof reading gig! Maybe I mentioned that... I should probably get back to work.
See you guys Monday!