Except when your nosy dog, Sasha, goes in to your upstairs neighbor’s apartment and eats all the Feta cheese off her salad that was left on her bedroom floor.
Before I get any crap for telling this story on my blog, I take full responsibility. I should of left my little pork chop downstairs.
The real reason I need to tell this story is to vent & protect Sasha from my fury. I've spent the last 2 days cleaning up her messes caused by an her upset stomach. Why she has this need to relieve herself in the very area that I like to sit or sleep, I will never know? This has culminated when I was woken up at 5:30 AM so she could go potty. When we crawled back into bed a few minutes later and I was about to fall asleep, Sasha proceeded to upchuck all down my back. and all over my sheets.
So to my neighbors Jackie & Aja, I am apologize if I was too loud this morning slamming doors and washing machines.
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