March 29th, 2007
Last night I put the final nail in the dog coffin. Husband and I went to Metrotown (Metrobarf, we call it) and I bought some clothes with some of the money I’d set aside for buying the dog. I’ve been diligently saving for over a month for the dog, since they are expensive, too expensive to just write a cheque for on buying day. I’ve been very good about not going out, not buying things, not spending my budgeted money, and every week I made a trip to the bank to deposit my savings with a song in my heart: look, I just saved 10% of the cost of a dog! Yippee! Two days ago I found myself with a wad of savings and a landlord who said no. So I shopped.
Anyway, I promise to stop going on and on about the damn dog after today. The point is, spending some of those savings was really the final acknowledgment that I will not be buying a dog. It really made it real. Instead, I got some shirts and a pair of cutoff jean shorts. They won’t love me back, but they also don’t need housebreaking. I suppose that’s fair.
How about a cat?
Husband is allergic to cats. No cats for me… ever!