In honor of Sassy’s 6th birthday I am just gonna look at pictures of her and cry all day.
Does anyone want to buy everything I own from me?
Sassy’s got a third vet appointment on Monday. Thus far I have spent $233 on visits, tests, and antibiotics. Monday’s appointment looks like another $125 minimum ($243 if she gets heartworm tests and drugs), plus $150 to $180 each for a urine culture or x-ray if the antibiotics haven’t worked. I don’t think they have.
If I’d had her on heartworm meds this whole time—I think she’s been off for like 3 years)—it would have cost about $300, so that’s okay. It’s just tough to pay it all at once.
Her fifth birthday is Sunday. She has brought unending joy to my life, and this is why I have an emergency fund (which has basically been depleted), but goddamn. I have to laugh about it so I don’t cry.
Ok, fine, I’m convinced, I’ll get a dog. A big, huggable dog named Watson or Chester or Sasquatch. And a blue house with a dog door that he can poke is head out of when my friends arrive to attend the BBQs that Watson and I constantly throw to show off how adorable and happy we are, and how delicious BBQ is. And it will be summer forever!
(Check out Clay L’s tumblr for more great photography)
Trufax, I named Sassy such so that I could give her nicknames like Sasquatch and Sassafras and Sarsaparilla and David Sasselhoff (which I can’t take credit for, unfortunately). I end up calling her Puppy Dog Girl or Little Girl Dog or Spazzy instead though.Source: lunchbreak
Sassy is sharing my pillow, our heads together, it’s pretty freaking cute.
My mom told me this weekend that an ex-bf of mine and his wife are pregnant. So basically if we’d stayed together I’d be married & pregnant by now, probably with a house, completing the trifecta of Things I Really Want. Thanks, Mom.
Go Duke! :)