Maniitok, My Husky

well im new to this sort of thing but ill give it a shot.
since it can be about whatever i please ill start off with my puppy, maniitok, mani for short.

Just to let you in on some of the backstory, i have always wanted a sibierian husky. ALWAYS. i'm not one hundred percent sure why, but i always have. So when my girlfreinds next door neighbors had a litter of eight of them i just had to have one. sounds easy right? just go up to them and say heres the money gimme a puppy? not so much. first off i live at home still. i live five minutes away so its an easy commute and free food and housing. who can beat it? but i have to run the idea of a new dog by my mom who, lets just say is less then enthusiastic about it. see we already have one dog that goes back and forth between my moms house and my dads house with my brothers and i only live with my mom, so i only have a dog everyother week, and thats no fun. on top of that my other dog is old and decrepid, even less fun.

So i run it by my mom a couple times, half jokingly, half serious, and of course she says no. so i sit around for about a month being bummed out about it when my girlfreinds next door neighbor, we'll just say his names adam, comes up to me and says "hey, so i know you really want one of the dogs, and we're gonna be selling them soon so I wanted to see if you were on board for buying one." i asked how much, knowing it was gonna be expensive. "well we're selling them for five twenty five each." wasnt expecting it to be that expensive. "but since your good freinds with the pickles" (ya my girlfreinds last name is pickle) "I'll sell one to you for four hundred". ok four hundreds more reasonable. so i worked payments out with him and he tells me i could take the dog that day. AWSOME!

so it was definantly time to cut the subtle tactics. i just brought the dog home with no warning. needless to say my mom was pissed. it was an endless stream of "what the fucks" and "how the hells" for about an hour. apparently they didnt teach me rhetoric as well as i thought in highschool because i was not able to persuade my mom on the subject. i finally had to take him back but to my surprise, kinda, they werent home. they never were. the puppy got to stay for one night. and one night turned to two nights and by then my mom had gotten way too attatched and tired of yelling at me that there was no way this dog was going to be at any other house but mine.

the payments were worked out at seventy five dollars every two weeks. i was sure i was going to pay only four hundred for him, but after the first discussion it was never brought up again so i assumed that i was going to pay the five hundred twenty five dollars since he was letting mer make payments. so i went and made the first payment when i got my check and everything went smoothly. the second payment came around and i had made a few careless black friday expenses and realized i wasnt goiong to have enough money to pay adam. so i freak out for about a day, when we start realizing that no one had been in adams house for about a week. see adam lived with his girlfreind and apparently after they sold the last of the puppies his girlfreind took him to work, packed up her shit, and just left, taking all three grand they got from selling the dogs. when adam realized this he moved back to arizona never to speak to me again.

so i got my dream dog for about sixty percent off. shweet