So move, Don't move so slow
I'm a bit taken aback by how quickly things can change.
In my previous entry I made a comment about happiness and my reluctance to allow myself to fall into it, and just last night I've discovered why.
In the grander scheme of things, it always seems that hardship is my sister.
I took a short trip to the hospital yesterday evening, and an ekg resulted in an abnormality with the right side of my heart.
Nothing too serious, but I seem to have a block which is inhibiting the right side's ability to conduct electricity as quickly as the left.
This is nothing new, as heart disease runs in my family. I'm not the least bit surprised.
When we returned home, posted on our door was an extremely rude letter from our problematic neighbor. She has issues with our dog because he barks from time to time, and apparently last night was the drop that overflowed the glass.
She had called the cops and the "human" society as she so ignorantly wrote. She also mentioned that if she needed to collect signatures from other neighbors in order to get us out of the neighborhood, she would. That's just brutal, I understand the building, but the whole damn neighborhood? Even in my overwhelming anger I had to snicker a little. People with no power often tend to say ridiculous things like that.
Little does she know, we rescued Eko from the horrific state he was in from junk yard in Hialeah. The barking and howling she is hearing is coming from his separation anxiety disorder.
The wife is home with the animals all day almost every day, and takes Eko to the park for a minimum of 2-3 hours daily. He eats only organic food, has all of his shots, and loves us to death. We've taken him on numerous trips, including camping and scenic drives. He swims often and is well socialized. He's like our baby boy. Let the "human" society see THAT.
What bothers me the most about this situation isn't that the neighbor is upset and acted out irrationally, but that she has both of our phone numbers in case that Eko begins to become a nuisance. We've mentioned to her a multitude of times that in that situation, we would come home immediately and put a stop to it. Instead, she opted to resolve the issue in a dramatic manner, dropping complaints like exaggerated bombs with the association of our building and calling government institutions that I'm sure have much more to deal with than a dog with separation anxiety. I'm surprised this raving bitch hasn't called PETA and launched an entire campaign against us.
In any case, the wife has left her job because her lousy boss couldn't pay. That's a red flag that I'm glad she listened to. Unfortunately, that means that we will be short on rent, making our presence in the building only that much more intolerable. I smell the air of a relocation. Again. *sighs* We've had to move from place to place because of a load of different reasons including mold, insects and carbon monoxide leaks, but we've never had to move because of something we were responsible for. I guess this is life, and we continue to learn our many lessons--the hard way.
In my previous entry I made a comment about happiness and my reluctance to allow myself to fall into it, and just last night I've discovered why.
In the grander scheme of things, it always seems that hardship is my sister.
I took a short trip to the hospital yesterday evening, and an ekg resulted in an abnormality with the right side of my heart.
Nothing too serious, but I seem to have a block which is inhibiting the right side's ability to conduct electricity as quickly as the left.
This is nothing new, as heart disease runs in my family. I'm not the least bit surprised.
When we returned home, posted on our door was an extremely rude letter from our problematic neighbor. She has issues with our dog because he barks from time to time, and apparently last night was the drop that overflowed the glass.
She had called the cops and the "human" society as she so ignorantly wrote. She also mentioned that if she needed to collect signatures from other neighbors in order to get us out of the neighborhood, she would. That's just brutal, I understand the building, but the whole damn neighborhood? Even in my overwhelming anger I had to snicker a little. People with no power often tend to say ridiculous things like that.
Little does she know, we rescued Eko from the horrific state he was in from junk yard in Hialeah. The barking and howling she is hearing is coming from his separation anxiety disorder.
The wife is home with the animals all day almost every day, and takes Eko to the park for a minimum of 2-3 hours daily. He eats only organic food, has all of his shots, and loves us to death. We've taken him on numerous trips, including camping and scenic drives. He swims often and is well socialized. He's like our baby boy. Let the "human" society see THAT.
What bothers me the most about this situation isn't that the neighbor is upset and acted out irrationally, but that she has both of our phone numbers in case that Eko begins to become a nuisance. We've mentioned to her a multitude of times that in that situation, we would come home immediately and put a stop to it. Instead, she opted to resolve the issue in a dramatic manner, dropping complaints like exaggerated bombs with the association of our building and calling government institutions that I'm sure have much more to deal with than a dog with separation anxiety. I'm surprised this raving bitch hasn't called PETA and launched an entire campaign against us.
In any case, the wife has left her job because her lousy boss couldn't pay. That's a red flag that I'm glad she listened to. Unfortunately, that means that we will be short on rent, making our presence in the building only that much more intolerable. I smell the air of a relocation. Again. *sighs* We've had to move from place to place because of a load of different reasons including mold, insects and carbon monoxide leaks, but we've never had to move because of something we were responsible for. I guess this is life, and we continue to learn our many lessons--the hard way.