She had to put her dog to sleep this morning, which is a needlessly sensitive euphemism for ending its life. It was the pit bull puppy, Kilo, she got in December. He had parvo. The poor girl spent around $700 over the last couple of days trying to treat the dog, only to have to put him down in the end. I feel bad for the dog, because it must have suffered terribly in the end, from what I can gather. ICW, despite only having the dog for about seven weeks, says he was the best dog ever, but she seems to be handling it fairly well. Knowing her, she'll pick up another one in a week or so. I don't doubt she truly loves her dogs, but she treats them somewhat like collectibles. She's had five dogs in the five months I've known her, now she's down to one, and only one of those five died.
Also, she does taxes for Jackson Hewitt. Yup, the dumbest person I know does other people's taxes for them. Just this morning she mentioned only having had Kilo for four months, at which time I corrected her math down to seven weeks. She works for JH everyday after work and on weekends, the upside of which is that she has some good stories to tell me about the people, who must be even dumber than she is, who can't figure out the taxes on their $10,000 annual income. Here's a fun example of an exchange she and I had yesterday:
ICW: This guy was 33 years old and he had his 16-year-old girlfriend with him! And he looked like he'd been in prison, all covered in tattoos and looking like he hadn't taken a bath in five days!
ICW: But she was only 16! Can you believe that?
Me: So she's 16 and he's 33? That's just like your parents, isn't it?
ICW (whose face takes on a look of confusion, then shocked recognition): Yeah… I guess so.
It really hadn't occurred to her. For the record, her father was 32 or 33 and her mother was 16 when she had ICW's older sister. How did she not make the connection?