"I didn't say there was nothing better, I said there was nothing like it."

[jazzfish]

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.

Comments

[laughin.livejournal.com]

Well if you really want to be an asshat, you could always call the humane society. Or was he ASSuming that you would take care of the animals.

Just wait until you smell baby poop... you will prefer the dog...

[uilos.livejournal.com]

I dunno about baby poop, but the old people poop that we get into the Microbiology Department has got to be some of the worst stuff I have ever had the honor to handle. It's worse by far than industrial sludge, which I 'got' to handle when I worked at Olver.

[pictsy.livejournal.com]

I listened all the way through Mere Anarchy yesterday, cause it lives in the car, and it just made me want to give you a hug.

Small correction...

[(Anonymous)]

As the landlord in question, a thousand pardons for the accident left by the dog Henry. Yes, I'm guilty as charged and did in fact go to Nag's Head for the other weekend. But your honor, please let the record show that I did in fact have someone watching my dogs, one of the other 'housemates' by the name of Gregg Wilhelm. Gregg sleeps in late and apparently was not on the ball the smelly morning in question. He claims that he adjusted his sleeping pattern the rest of the weekend, so hopefully there won't be any repeat performances on the landing at the bottom of the stairs. Sorry for the unexpected aromatic alarm clock Tucker. ;( My cell has been out of commission for three months, so if you left a message, I have yet to receive it. Peace...