About a year ago we offered to dog sit for Mr. Specials friend, only for the weekend. It was awful :O The dog was about a year old big energetic labradoodle. Jesus christ. Mr. Special took it for a walk all the way up penglais hill and back, about an hour and a half and the dog came back just as energetic as ever. Are you going to take me for a walk or not? Then at night it kept crying if we left him in the kitchen and barking when we let him be in our bedroom whenever someone would walk in the courtyard...
Did I mention we are not allowed to have pets according to the tenancy agreement?
Mr. Special is still having nightmares about it.
So when I said one of my friends is going away for a week and needs someone to look after her dog, he wasn't too happy about. But this time it was an old dog who barely ever made a sound. A perfect (illegal) dog for us? And he was bless him. But on the second day of us having it Mr. Special took it for a lunch time walk and bumped into one of the letting agents.... F****** perfect... Apparently there is a man living upstairs who has a severe dog allergy and we need to get rid asap!
Mr. Special was shitting himself :D even looking to book into a dog friendly hotel for a couple of nights, before the weekend when we could breathe easy - no office hours ;). But that would have been ridiculous... So we got the friends friend to take the dog for the rest of the time.
And you know what? All the agent (who even rang up that first day to check we would get rid of the dog) did was come to the courtyard and ask Mr. Special "is it done?"!!!!!! WTF?!?! That dog could've perfectly have been sleeping in the other room while that convo took place... FFS!
Ttyl ;)
Jazzz...
