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My Dogs Ate My Paycheck

The obedience champions I grew up with never ate my homework.

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Neither have the dogs of my adulthood – even during the year I took Spanish classes at a local community college and really did have homework.

However, my dogs do take a bite out of my bank account all the time.

Usually, they tear off their fair share for food, treats and maintenance medicine. Sometimes, unexpected health needs require a bigger bite of the budget.

Other times – like this past weekend – the dogs don’t really make me spend the money at all. But I still blame them.

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The consumer pet industry loves him as much as I do.

I blame their muddy little feet from which I have to protect my car and home.

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The brand name Pet Rebellion seems so apt.

pet hammock for  a car

The last car hammock I bought only lasted a month. This one seems tougher, and it has pockets for leashes and water bottles and bones.

And I blame their very dogness for being so awesome I can’t help but celebrate it through the purchase of items created in their likeness.

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Well, we do need kitchen deco (and a dog to serve the coffee).

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How could I not buy this?

Grand total for non-essential yet nice-to-have dog-related items purchased over the weekend: Approximately $80.

Ouch. It hurts!

But I can’t help it. It’s their fault!

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“It’s good to have a red chair cover on Oscar night.”

What kind of purchases do you make because of your dog love?

Initial thoughts on the 100 Thing Challenge

Dogs are anti-depressants.

In my attempts not to accumulate too much stuff, I do my best to resist purchasing too many needless knicknacks. But as an American, sometimes I just can’t resist. In addition to useless but pretty things, I am, according to Zach, prone to bringing home gadgets and supposedly purposeful items that I will be lucky to use once.

Examples that Zach might cite: a cold brew toddy coffee system, a dry-cleaning system for the dryer, bandanas for the dogs, a pair of ill-fitting (but adorable!) Puppia harnesses for Scooby, a silicone contraption that is supposed to make it easier to remove canning jars from the hot water bath, an ornate pie plate, a holographic metal etching of Diamond Head and Waikiki Beach. The list could go on.

Admittedly, I’m not quite ready to go on the 100 Thing Challenge. But I do like the tenets of the philosophy I recently learned of that is espoused by author/blogger Dave Bruno. His motto: reduce (get rid of some stuff), refuse (to get more stuff), rejigger (your priorities). That all sounds a little wayward in a way that I like.

I think I am on the right track, too. I already do a lot of my shopping secondhand — and as clothing goes, it’s mostly swapping with friends. Even most of the items in the ill-fated list above came from rummage sales. So did the piece of refrigerator magnet wisdom up there, which happens to be a piece of original art created by a volunteer at the Kansas City, Missouri, animal shelter. And the money I paid for it benefitted Friends of KC Animals, the organization that has helped us with our foster dog Machete. Plus, that handmade magnet was a gift for my Corgi-owning mother.

So, that must mean it counts toward her 100 things, right? Or maybe it’s a charitable exception.

How do you resist impulsively buying things you don’t really need? Can you imagine living your life with just 100 possessions?

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