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One of my favorite parts of foster is seeing what the dogs end up like when they get older.
Merlyn was our 9th foster dog. We got him in January 2009. He was just a little squirt:
He found a new (absolutely perfect) home with a couple my parents’ age and another dog, a lab-sized dog, named Mia. And here he is now:
He’s all legs! And on a boat!
On the way back from the cabin yesterday, we talked about car insurance for a minute or two. It was probably because we passed a billboard with an awesome looking insurance agent on it, if I had to guess. I’ve never had cheap auto insurance. First, I was under 25. Then, I had a few wrecks. Now, it’s been four years since any accidents or moving violations and I have zero points on my license or against my license or however that works.
I pay $160/month for car insurance and renters insurance. That seems like an awful lot when I’m 32 years old, drive a station wagon type car with 4 cylinders, and don’t so much have a parking ticket on my record right now. And finally, last night, I realized that I actually am to the point of qualifying for cheap auto insurance, so I googled… that’s right, cheap auto insurance. That site alone had some places that I checked out.
Last night, I typed my name and address and the number of miles my commute is each day to work, I thought my hands were going to follow up. They ranged anywhere from $464/month (YES, I’M SERIOUS) to $108/month. The latter? That’s what I’m talking about.
I feel a little on the bad sad cancelling my current insurance, but c’mon. If I can save fifty bucks a month just by leaving the same insurance guy I’ve had for the past six years, I’ll probably do. And only feel bad about it for about 10 minutes when I realized I’d have all that extra money for things like blow.
I think I’ve checked everywhere I can possibly think of. But if anyone has an in on someone in the insurance world, I’d be more than happy to talk to them about rates. I know it’s a commission-based industry and I’m all about saving $50/month AND helping someone make some more commission if it works out that way!
My plan was to come back from the cabin today and write all about our wholesome fun and post some of the lovely pictures I took over the weekend of things like angel statues and adventures in beautiful Nisswa, MN. But that’s not happening because I can barely keep my eyes open. I was pretty sure I got some good sleep while I was there. At least it felt like it. Or that could have been the result of some poorly played hands of cards, too.
Instead, I came home, chilled for a while, put away the most of the things I took camping, and then The General and I decided to go have dinner. We came home about an hour and a half later and then left for the dog park right away. I just ran into the kitchen to get the dogs while The General waited in the car. And then we got back from the dog park and realized that while we were gone, Riley was very, very busy.
He’d opened the top of my cooler, which has a velcro portion of the lid that opens so you can slip things in and out without constantly opening up the coolest. It’s handy when we’re trying to prevent ice from melting. This time around, I’d just had it filled with dry snack goods I took to share with everyone. Turns out we didn’t eat a whole lot of it, which I guess is a good thing of you’re a five year old boxer who’s too smart for his own good.
Through this little hole, he’d pulled out a box of Swiss Cake Rolls, two containers of Pringles, and a container of powdered sugar donut holes. Shut up. I know none of it’s healthy, but you know what that kind of food is good for? HANGOVERS. The only thing that had been opened was the original Pringles can. And he ate all of those. Except for the crumbled pieces. Naturally.
He got pissed because he couldn’t figure out how to open the individual Swiss Cake Rolls, so there was one under the bed, one on the bed, one in the bathroom, and two in the entry way. And then he must have gotten pissed because he didn’t even bother with the other ones. He could get the plastic lid off of the still-sealed container of Pringles, but he couldn’t get the safety seal (or whatever the hell it’s called) off, so he didn’t get a chance to sample the Ranch kind.
And now he’s pissed that he’s not getting any dinner.
