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Craig’s List Revisited

Alright, I’ve said it before, but I’m going to say it again, I’m addicted to Craig’s List.  For someone like me who makes a living finding grammatical errors and misspelled words, it is like waking up Christmas morning to 150 thousand presents…times 5. 

I quit looking for a dog a while back, as I realize I like the idea of another dog more than the actual having one part; well, no, what I want is ANOTHER dog that isn’t an obsessive-compulsive licker/barker, needy thing like Jack, our pain in the ass wire-haired dachsund, but I can’t stop reading it.  I’m like a Craig’s List Rubbernecker.

But here’s the deal.  I read all these ads for dogs that need rehoming because Trevor is allergic or the owner’s wife is pregnant or just had a baby and doesn’t have time to throw some food and water out in the morning.  The ads talk about how great the dog is, how he is crate trained and knows sit and stay and housebroken and can fetch beer from the fridge, you know, just how perfect the dog is.  I especially love the ones where they call the dog they are selling “my baby.”  This one has to take the cake:

13 year old full yorkie needs good and loving home. I have taken a new job that requires a lot of my time. I want him to have the best last years he can have full of love and happiness.

She was nice enough to include a picture of the sad little guy.

I read that and was like…you have GOT to be shitting me. 

Now, I said all that to say this.  Hell, I don’t even necessarily LIKE dumbass Jack.  I think he barks too much and he licks too much and he follows me around too much with his clicky little fucking toenails and he gets in the trash and he will poop and pee inside sometimes if he isn’t let out, and he has to be fed and watered and all kinds of pain in the ass shit.

He is the very antithesis of these perfect dogs these people “rehome.”

But here’s the kicker.  I wouldn’t EVER go on Craig’s List and “rehome” pain in the ass Jack.  Know why?  Because it isn’t his fault that when Rob called and asked if he could bring him home I said yes.  That’s on ME, which makes me RESPONSIBLE for him.  Obligated even.  And even though I think he’s a pain in the ass, I’m his person and he isn’t disposable.

I’m not sure how some of those people live with themselves really.


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