Long before there was a worldwide pandemic and “rations” was a common part of everyone’s daily vocab, I began watching Survivor. Well, my roommate started watching it. Which meant that I would arrive home from work to see a bevy of dehydrated adults playing oversized golf with a huge slingshot and trying to fish with their hands. Within weeks, the words “betrayal” and “alliances” began to make frequent cameos in my dreams and my appreciation for dry grains skyrocketed. Yet it wasn’t merely the premise of the show that captured my interest—it was its host, Jeff Probst.
Once I decided I wanted a dog, it turned out I had a lot of things I wanted. I wanted a big dog, a dog so large I could ride it. I wanted a huge horse-dog that would allow me to save money on subway fare but would also fit unobtrusively into a fist-sized NYC apartment. I wanted an uber-fluffy dog that didn’t shed, a super-friendly dog that would leave me alone all day, a lazy dog that didn’t need walks but would be happy to pull me along on limit-pushing runs.
The audiobook was nearly 12 hours long but I listened to it in a day, pacing around Brooklyn wearing a face mask decorated with flying pigs.
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