Nothing like waking up to the odor of dogshit wafting up the stairs.
Imbur (my 'landlord') has gone to Nag's Head for the weekend. He left behind two cats and two dogs. What he appears to have NOT left behind are people to take care of said animals.
I've cleaned up the dogshit and left a message on Imbur's cell. I've not taken the dogs out because I have no idea where their leashes are, and at least one of them is wont to head for the hills at the first hint of freedom. (Okay, so the hills are about twenty feet from the door, but still.)
On the bright side, I get to spend all afternoon playing Twilight Imperium, pushing little spaceships around a map of the galaxy and trying to become emperor.
Imbur (my 'landlord') has gone to Nag's Head for the weekend. He left behind two cats and two dogs. What he appears to have NOT left behind are people to take care of said animals.
I've cleaned up the dogshit and left a message on Imbur's cell. I've not taken the dogs out because I have no idea where their leashes are, and at least one of them is wont to head for the hills at the first hint of freedom. (Okay, so the hills are about twenty feet from the door, but still.)
On the bright side, I get to spend all afternoon playing Twilight Imperium, pushing little spaceships around a map of the galaxy and trying to become emperor.