In Which My Dog Causes Me to Spend Money
Dogs are great. The upside to owning a dog far exceeds any downsides. From the way the dog so openly shows love for you to the way other people on the street love on your dog randomly... pretty cool. There are downsides, though. Mainly, that they do not speak English. If my dog (Ashley) spoke English, I'd have some extra dinero today. Alas, my dog does not speak English. This started a few weeks ago. I came home from work while Sarah was at the gym. Ashley was sitting under the desk in our den with a full view of the door, awaiting my return. That would be OK, except her crate, which we keep her in for safety reasons when we're out for a bit, is in another room. At first, we wondered if maybe we just had failed to zipper the crate fully and that Ashley was able to nose through. However, Houdini here had other plans. We started to use twist-ties to ply the crate's two zippers together. You would think a creature lacking opposable thumbs would be confounded by this. But no...