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My Dogs Ate My Paycheck
The obedience champions I grew up with never ate my homework.
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.
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.
The brand name Pet Rebellion seems so apt.
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.
Well, we do need kitchen deco (and a dog to serve the coffee).
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!
“It’s good to have a red chair cover on Oscar night.”
