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Dec 08, 2011 05:58

Things are looking up.

I put an ad on craigslist for a handyman/work-trade tenant, and I got 3 responses. The first sounded good, the second sounded better, but the third...the third is the clincher.

He's a contractor, has 6 years in the field, doesn't want reimbursement for the materials, just free rent, wants to fix the apartment before moving in, and thinks it will take him 3 weeks tops.

This would be ideal.

I think, though, that I will need to have an attorney draw up a contract. I don't have any idea how to go about doing that yet, or how much something like that would cost.

But if there is someone down there both taking care of the utilities, and increasing my property value, and long term, and able to handle my affairs if, say, I decided to travel overseas in the future or something (Ecuador), then I could rest easy, and feel a heck of a lot more secure.

In other news.

Maggie tried to pawn her dog off on me.
And at first, probably just from missing having two dogs in the house, I was going to say yes.
And then I thought about it, and I don't want another dog. I want Remy, Remy only. And when he dies, whenever that terrible, awful, no-good day comes, I will wait and not get another dog. Until...until I can afford to drop an awful lot of money on a little Swedish Vallhund puppy.

Yeah. I want another Remy, and I want a dog with papers, and I want a dog with health certificates, and who is going to be very expensive.
And not because those things mean anything to me, but specifically because I want another Vallhund, dammit. And they're both rare and not cheap.

Maggie's dog is nice and all, but I don't want that commitment.
My next dog will be the one I go and get.
Between volunteering at the shelter, and opening my home to The Strays of the World, I think I have the right to go and get a dog that isn't in a rescue situation. My conscience is okay with that.
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