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When You Come For My Dog, You Come For Me
Okay, this is going to be a rant because I’m pissed off beyond belief! I’ve tried to let it go. I can’t. It might be my autism, it might be my anxiety, but apparently, someone wants a battle, and they picked the wrong bitch!
Guess what I woke up to this morning? A letter in my mailbox advising me of a tenant complaint about Rudy. Yeah, apparently this anonymous person could both see and smell urine and fecal matter terminating from my balcony. That was the first complaint.
Ummm, what? First off, who the actual fuck would let their dog piss and shit on a balcony? Wouldn’t the smell bother me before it bothered others if that were the case?
Rudy is completely housebroken and has never, I repeat NEVER used the washroom on the balcony, ever.
Oh, not to mention the way the building is configured and the balconies constructed, you can’t see what’s on any balcony floor from above or below. Just a fine point, but ya know.
Rudy doesn’t even poop in the yard. We walk him around the block and he poops on city property, which we pick up like normal, responsible people.
Complaint number 2, apparently our dog is on our balcony all the time and we never let him in. Fuck the hell off! He does go out on the…
