I saw GWAR. It was nuts. Read about it here.
Sunday, November 27, 2011
Monday, November 21, 2011
I grew up watching cartoons and movies where every pet was a dog or a cat. Not every family had an animal. But when they did, it was one of the two. I, on the other hand, enjoyed the company of a few guinea pigs, a gerbil, some fish, and a short-lived attempt at having a rabbit (it died after three days). We also had a chinchilla, but it hated us and my parents had to give it away after my brother and I gave up on the thing. Basically, even though I loved all of my pets in their own special way, I envied everybody that had a dog or a cat. They grew into becoming almost mythical animals. The top-tier of petdom.
Finally, after years flirting with the idea, I can call myself the proud owner of a dog. Now that she’s done shitting inside, screaming her head off every time I leave the house, and eating every sock she can find, I can firmly say that all of my built-up views of living with the responsibility of keeping a dog alive were completely right.