Lemme tell you about an idea that I hate: pet deposits. I understand that owners have to insure against damages and pee-spots and what-not, but the pet deposit for our new place is 500 bucks per pet. That means it's gonna cost us a grand just for the privelege of living with animals. Thank God we don't have an aquarium full of fish (at $500 a pop, there'd be a whole lotta flushin' goin' on before we moved).
Speaking of flushing, allow me to describe the moral quagmire Julia and I found ourselves steeped in regarding this pet deposit:
The cat.
We had it all worked out. We were gonna turn the cat over to a no-kill shelter and just keep the dog. However, I got all wishy-washy about it (I firmly believe in the responsibility of pet ownership), and we decided to keep her. AND...we decided to spend even more money and buy a kitty playscape. Awwww...how frick-a-frackin cute!
Thing is...she's too fat to do anything that resembles play on this thing. She barely fits into the little cubby-hole, and it looks kinda funny when she's in there, too.
Alas, my conscience is clear, and the cat will forever be a big, fat, furry fixture in our lives.
Now I want another dog.
And I wanna name him Locutus (of Borg). I love the idea of a dog that "assimilates" things.
I hear a mechanized voice in my head...
LOCUTUS OF BORG HAS ASSIMILATED THIS FLIP-FLOP...LOCUTUS OF BORG HAS ASSIMILATED THIS CHEWY BONE...RESISTANCE IS FUTILE...
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