My mornings at the studio started with the dog section of the classifieds. Purebreds were $300-500, and I didn’t have it. Months went by. BF was happy. I was determined. I finally found a listing for Dalmatian puppies for $110. Okay! I didn’t care if I had to eat lentils for a month. I’ll pay $110! I quickly called the number and found out that in a litter of 13, there was only 1 male. “Please hold him for me!” I begged the woman. I called BF and shared my joy. We made plans to pick up the puppy after I got home from work.
Friday, July 13, 2012
Everything was fine in my 20s except I didn’t have a dog, and life just isn’t good enough without one. My BF said “Fine. Get a dog, but it has to be purebred, male…” His list of requirements was an insurmountable barrier, and that he knew it was evident in his self-satisfied smile. I was the lowest person on the totem pole in an art studio and supporting BF in his dream of starting a business. How was I supposed to pay for a purebred?