war

After various amazing developments, it seems that I will be able to get that dog after all. The problem is, I contacted the rescue and they told me that they had taken him to an adoption exhibition this morning, and a family had been extremely interested him.

Now, I know that a nice person would just want the dog to be happy and be okay with the result either way. But then I remembered that I am not a nice person. I want that dog! So I am hoping *really really* hard that it doesn't work out for them.

plotting

I am plotting how to get around my apartment's dog policy. So far I have come up with the following:

- Buy the dog and tell the property manager I was mistaken, he is not 42 pounds, he is 24 pounds, and hope she doesn't notice that he is huge.

- Buy the dog and force the manager to evict me.

- Move out and break my lease so I can buy this dog.

- Buy the dog and keep it at work.

- Give up and cry every night for the next week.

Sigh.