Dolce buys me coffee

March 12, 2007

i'm going to start this post by admitting two things;

i need coffee.
i need cash.

these two truisms came to a head today when i decided to come to java station again. since i have my own cup, coffee costs me $1.25. i very rarely carry any cash on me. and i also feel a certain shame when i pay for things under $10 with plastic. i mean, i just feel that bringing paperwork into purchases that small.... there's something wrong with it. and this coffee shop doesn't accept cards anyhow.

so i decided to use dolce's allowance.

i realize that it may seem unethical to use my own dog's allowance to feed my addiction, but honestly, his money has just been sitting there, half eaten, for ages now.

maybe i should take a moment to expound on the fact that my dog gets an allowance.

yes. dolce gets an allowance. i don't give him this allowance. this is all kneil's doing. i personally feel that dolce is provided everything he needs for a happy existence, and really, without opposable thumbs, will have much difficulty spending an allowance on his own. but whatever. once in a while, kneil gives dog a dollar, a dollar which dolce always happily accepts and squirrels away in his bed under the piano. sometimes he eats some of this dollar. sometimes he doesn't. but when it comes time to clean out his bed, i find these filthy bills and put them on top of the piano. dolce quickly forgets about the cash, and generally only finds occassion to explore the top of the piano when he smells food that he can steal.

today i needed coffee. the 3/4 of the dollar bill from dolce's last allowance installment beckoned to me. it needed spent. it was tired of being ignored, tired of not being the whole dollar it once was, tired of being unappreciated as a viable piece of currency.

i am now happily enjoying a mug full of sweet iced coffee. nommers!

and kneil, if you're reading this, dog dog says he wants another dollar. something about how he wanted to treat his mommy to something nice, or a bed-cleaning tax. hard to understand what he was saying. after all, i don't speak german.