I've never really thought of myself as an animal person. They're fun for about 5 minutes, and then I'm done and ready to move on. I'm not much of a people person either. Most people think I'm fun for about 5 minutes, then they move on.
However, I am an I-love-my-children person. And they like animals. So over the years we've had rodents, cats, dogs, fish. Currently, we have three cats and a dog leftover from when I went nuts and let my kids get a bunch of pets so they could learn to be responsible.
Ha! My husband feeds them. I get them their yearly shots. My husband bathes them. I tell him when they stink. My husband plays WWF with the dog. I use him to clean my kitchen floor. You get the picture.
When I took the dog in for his yearly exam and shots, I asked the vet to take a look at a couple of bumps he had—one on his chest, one on his leg. The chest was a fatty tumor. Nothing to worry about. The one on his leg is a fast-growing basal cell tumor. It's already so big they may have to do a skin graft. And it's going to cost us $800.
We don't have $800 but what are we going to do? If we don't get him the surgery, pretty soon he'll be walking around with a cantaloupe attached to his leg and we could end up on Animal Precinct.
Besides, I need that dog to stick around. He is the only thing that keeps my feet warm in the winter time.