I believe shoes and dogs are closely related.
When I was 20 I bought my first real pair of shoes. Up until this point, my mom, having three kids to buy shoes for, always bought me the cheapest shoes she could find. When I was 20 I had a real enough job (sorting mail) so I thought I might buy some real enough shoes. The way I figured it, I was starting to run as a hobby and I should have some proper equipment.
I went to the Nike store and bought a pair of $80 running shoes. Unlike the “Mountain Pass” brand shoes that were always given to me at the beginning of the school year, I protected my Nikes. Even through high school I would walk through mud puddles or cow pastures or public restrooms at sports arenas and never look at the ground because I simply didn’t care what happened to my shoes; they were cheap and easy to replace. They also lasted forever. My Nikes, on the other hand, I protected. I watched where I was running and put them back in the box when I was done with them. I sprayed them with the recommended chemicals. They lasted one summer.
I believe this is how dogs work too.
The only time I ever paid for a dog, he died within a year (poor Milo and his school bus tire fetish). Every free (or cheap-as-free) dog I’ve ever had lasted a decade and never cost me more than an occasional heartworm pill. My current free dog needs surgery. Somehow he tore his ACL in his back legs. The cost is between $550 and $1250 per leg to fix.
Either this is a sign from the Almighty that I should take selling Tiny Life a little more seriously or a sign that my shoe/dog theory is not as perfect as I thought.
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