So, here’s the hard copy. Last week, my mom tells me that my oldest brother is going into detox and then rehab. ‘Cool,’ I say to myself, ‘He’s getting the help he needs.’ It’s against his will. ‘That doesn’t mean he doesn’t need it.’ He’s got a dog that’s been living out of his car with him. ‘Well… shit.’ Mom spends about a week pleading with friends and family to take this dog before animal control, who had the dog, were going to put it down. In my infinite wisdom: ‘I’ll take her in, albeit temporarily, until I can find a more permanent home for her. How bad could it be?’
Oy.
When Pellet, my brother Joey’s boxer-pit mix arrived at my house two Thursdays ago, she had a stench I could only describe as unholy. I’d go as far as calling her smell an affront to the Lord. She was ridden with ticks, and there was God knows what else wrong with her. Suddenly, my entire outlook on this venture turned a might bit bleak. On Saturday, Mary Ann and I took Pellet to the vet, fully prepared to have her put down if there was too much wrong with her, because I can’t invest too much money into her, I’m poor and in college again.
Imagine my surprise when there really wasn’t that much wrong. I took her to another vet for a normal checkup on the following Tuesday, and here was her problems as follows: Kennel Cough, ear infection, minor tick infestation. That’s it. I was fucking staggered.
So, now I’ve got this incredibly sweet 10-year-old puppy, staying in my living room, and in need of a good home. If you know of one, let me know. Message, text, call, e-mail, carrier pigeon, bow and arrow with a note attached to it, burn it on the surface of the moon, send a herald, ANYTHING! I like this dog a lot, but I just can’t afford the big softy.
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Meanwhile, despite the emotional pits that having Joey’s dog has had on me recently, I’ve managed to do exceptionally well in school (thus far). I got exempt from the exam in Lit 1, giving me a well deserved A, and thank god, too. It finally feels like the things I decided to do with my life are beginning to come to fruition. All I need to do now is keep my resolve and stay until it’s finished. If I can keep myself on this line long enough to do that, I’m gonna be okay.
argo. (mtc)
