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Sunday, December 22, 2002

I had a dream last night where my dog Thurston and I saved a woman from being poisoned, by feeding her shredded $5 bills, before fleeing an oncoming forest fire (which was futile, because given her weakened condition, I doubt she could have escaped being consumed by the imminent blaze). I woke up with an irrepressible urge to buy a dog.

I feel I missed out on something by not having a pet when I was younger. My brother had a hamster, but it died quickly, leaving us knee-deep in plastic rodent enclosures and surplus gnawing sticks. It's too bad, because that really would have been the ideal time to have a high(er)-maintenance animal around the house: I could have gradually learned how to care for it while not having primary responsibility. If I had been primed with the experience early on, I might have a little more confidence in my ability to care for another living thing (current confidence index: 0).

Perhaps I'm just a bit lonely because my roommate and most of my friends are out of town. Regardless, if I ever get a dog, it will be named Thurston.

Posted by morland @ 11:37 AM

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