tomorrow

after six months of freelancing, job hunting and collecting unemployment, i am starting a contract job tomorrow. eight to five every day for six weeks. should be interesting. and it's a whopping forty minute drive from my house. ugh! luckily i can drop my hubby off at work on the way which means we can continue to get by with only one car for another six weeks.

all of my money will pay for my dog's surgeries. at least i have a way to pay for her surgeries. cancer and a torn acl. it just doesn't get much crazier than that. all within a month. ridiculous. the moral of the story is....take your pet to the vet once a year and if you notice anything weird (lumps or limps), ask your vet about it right away.

someone actually asked my hubby why we don't just put her to sleep. too bad i wasn't there to claw her eyes out. i suppose if my dog was 12 years old and in ill health, or if i was completely dead broke, or if she wasn't a good dog in the first place (and i was drunk all the time), i might consider it. but she's healthy. in fact, she could continue to walk around on three legs for the rest of her life. i just can't bear to watch her do it, because she still brings me the ball when we go outside. she still wants to run around. she thinks she can. and dammit, i want her to be able to.

pets don't ask for much. you feed them, you love them and they give you everything they have. they always love you. even if you are an asshole, they love you. put her to sleep? where is that woman. i'd like to claw her eyes out.