SincereArtisan Posted March 21, 2006 Report Share Posted March 21, 2006 Well. I sort of got a kick in the face last night. Not literally, but thats what it feels like. Before I dive into the meaning behind my post, let me give you a little background on my living situation. I live in the finished basement apartment of a house. I moved here with Pi and Raven, back in Oct. The landlord/owner of the house has been a good friend of mine for about 5 years now. His wife also lives here, and I suppose would be considered my other landlord...but we don't talk much, and anything that has to do with rent etc. goes through my friend. They have two dogs. A couple times in the past, particularily when Pi would have a typical spell of the runs due to her eating something she shouldn't have been eating while I was glancing the other way--always had to watch her like a hawk!--Pi would have an accident while I was out. Now, since the house is ventilated from bottom to top--I assume, seeing all the equiptment down here--the smell of poo would reach the whole house. Once Jeral took care of it for me, for which I thanked him profusely. The second time I was called and came home and went to great lengths--$40 in candles, smell-goods and other smell-banishers--to eliminate the smell, while cleaning up. I tell you this, because its the only thing I can think of that explains some of what I'm about to tell you... My friends been away on business for a week. He got home tonight, but I haven't talked to him yet. I assume he's recovering from his trip. But from what I've mentioned before, they both knew my intentions of getting another dog sometime soon. His wife came down last night,and asked if he'd spoken to me recently. I said no, I hadn't heard from him since he left. She then flat out told me--as best as I can describe word-for-word--"Well, I was hoping he might speak to you. After losing three dogs, we really just don't want you to have any more animals down here. Your cat is fine. But no more." No other reasons given other than I lost my three dogs, so they don't think I should have anymore. Of course, I should have asked...but, I didn't think it would get me anywhere for one, and I'm not very accustomed/comfortable/used to speaking with her. They were fine with me moving in with two. And when I got Katy, they even encouraged me to keep her. Right now, with what has been layed out for me as why I am not allowed to have another dog, I feel as if I'm getting blamed for losing my three dogs...and they don't feel I'm responsible enough to care for any more. There may be more to it than that, which is why I listed the thing about Pi and her accidents, because I know that irritated his wife a lot to come home and the house would smell like poo. But they're loving dog-owners, too. And those were days where I didn't know Pi's tummy was upset until mistakes were made. Also, my dogs never tore anything up or ruined anything down here. I know I need to talk with my friend, which will probably make me understand a little more about the reasoning behind this...but now I just feel hurt, and numb at the fact that my chances of getting another dog just got blown out the window. I never expected them to have a problem with me aquiring another dog. Like I said, I'd mentioned it before. So what would you do? I've thought of reasoning with my friend, asking him why they don't think I should not have another dog, if there is anything I can do to change their minds on the matter. I've considered moving. I've got opportunities to move in with friends of mine who own dogs themselves, and who are welcome to the idea of other dogs coming to live with them. I'm not in school this semester, but I will be next semester, and a move could also bring me closer to campus. (Within walking distance.) I'd be paying the same price as I am now. The only thing I'd have to contend with would be roommates, really...(You can tell I've been turning this over in my head rather seriously for the past 24 hours.) Or is there something I just haven't thought of yet? I want a dog. My life was always happier with my dogs in it. I miss going to the park to play frisbee, work with my dogs, and enjoy the day with all the other dog owners. Though I go from time to time to read now, the one thing keeping my chin up when I'd encounter old friends--both human and canine--was that I'd be out there in no time with another BC in my life. I'm not trying to sound like some whiney little child who *wants*wants*wants*...but I honestly feel that I need a dog in my life. Especially after what happened. There is just an emotional pit there...one I'm aching to fill. One I feel I am ready to fill. ...Or was ready. Would any of you move, just so you could have a dog? How on earth would I go about laying this all out infront of my friend? Whose wife seems to have had the final say, even if he wouldn't approach me about it... I don't want it to seem like I've gone behind her back. I already get the feeling, more often than not, that she doesn't really like me... So what would you do? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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