When You Come For My Dog, You Come For Me
That’s A Bad Move
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…