I have expensive tastes, I'll admit it. Without even looking at prices, I will pick the most expensive item in the entire store, that's how I was bred. Animals are no exception.
I wanted to look up the breed of our cat, Princess, to see if he was a pedigree or not. He is. (He's sleeping in my dad's chair right now, adorable.) Then I saw Russian Blue. With the first look I was in love, they're beautiful! Then I looked at the rarity, the cost of a pedigree, and for a good, good one it's about 2,000 bucks. Ugh. Not like I can go to an animal shelter and pick one up. Of course, we took a Persian to a pet shelter once and it didn't even make it to the cage before the Volunteer was like, "Is this a purebred?"
"Yeah."
"Good."
And she kept the Persian, haha.
I have now a good idea of what animals I will have whenever I have the chance:
- St Bernard
- Black Cat
- Russian Blue
Of course, I know that I have to have proper training to the St Bernard and lots of room for him to run, walk. I think I want a girl. The balls on the male St Bernard would be disgusting, fixed or not. I will take training classes for large dogs before I buy one. I love huge dogs. I want one bigger than St Bernard. I want one as tall as me, but I think the dog could rule me out with just a growl, haha.
I'm going to go poke around at the mall. Wait for Cricket to stop ignoring me.
YOU HEARD ME.
I'M HOLDING YOUR MOVIE RANSOM UNTIL YOU ANSWER ME, BITCHHHH.
ps - my mother bought me some new face wash and it smells like vomit. So, now my face smells like vomit, gross.
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