In which I skip out on Instagram and Facebook for the month of March but still allow myself the internet.
Too late I realize that it’s better SEO if I call it a 30-day social media fast.
I spent $433 on my old dog today, $164 less than I thought it would be so in a way it’s like the vet gave me some money.
Essentially, the vet bought the old fucker one more expensive visit, but since the dog has been home all he has done is barf (five times, the reason he went to the fucking vet in the first place) and pant, so loudly that I am hiding in my room eating lasagna and watching TV so I do not have to hear it.
I am not a dog person, and yet I am saddled with dogs. If he was miserable, it would be easy to pull the plug (he is 13 and bumpy and sore), but every day Winston wakes up, thrilled to be alive for one more chance to adore us.
Anyone want an old dog? Asking for a friend.