This weekend has been an exercise in patience, I think.
On Saturday, I did the normal Saturday things, which included de-leafing the backyard (I almost wish we had less trees), and mowing the front yard.
I happen to hate mowing the yard. The job has fallen to me, though, since my brother moved into his own house last November. Our yard is really big with lots of trees which I find hard to mow around. It takes me almost an hour to finish, and thank god it’s the last chore I have to do on Saturdays. Which really means I save it for last.
After lunch, though, my Dad took me out to the SPCA to look at dogs. Since I got straight A’s, he’s finally decided to allow me to get a dog (my mom and I have been asking for one since the house was broken into in December). We didn’t come home with one, because we’re both looking for something different in a dog. He’s got requirements, while I just want something medium-sized or smaller1 that’s cute and friendly.
Oddly enough, we did agree on one dog—a black chihuahua that was oh so cute and didn’t bark at all. Unfortunately, it was in the process of being adopted, so obviously not available for us. It was odd that we agreed on it, though, because neither of us like chihuahuas, and while I would love a toy dog, I didn’t think my dad would.
We came home without a dog, and on Sunday my dad told me that it was up to me to pick the dog, because he has requirements for a dog that will never be met. So, he gave me $100 in “dog money,” and the weekend after next I’ll probably have a new puppy to call my own.
And don’t doubt that I’ve already been thinking up the perfect dog name.
—”Miss Murder” Decemberundeground: AFI
- We’re using our last dog, Zippy, as a measuring guide, since we don’t want a dog bigger than she was. [back]
