I feel like I live in a dog house
February 19th, 2010 1:33am by admin
My roommate has always been a messy person, a quality she inherited from her mother (seriously, you should have seen their house when she was growing up; it was like the hoarders you see on Oprah) so she has no concept of how to pick up after herself and thinks that anyone who likes to have a clean or tidy space is boring and stuck up. Needless to say, I end up having to do all her dishes and if I want a clean apartment, I have to do it, because she sure as hell won’t get around to doing it.
Then, on a short-sighted whim, she buys a dog. A dog that has severe separation anxiety and a sensitive stomach. He tore a hole through her bedroom door, and our carpet has so many stains on it, there’s nothing you can do to make it look good. She can’t handle disciplining it, so it gets its fur all over my couch and she never cleans it up. The dog’s dirtiness doesn’t bother her at all because she loves him to death, sleeps with him, and probably has no concept of what dirty is. NOW, our living room has become the dog’s domain: he has two to three beds laying around (in a very small living room) made up of blankets and pillows that never get washed, a doggie toy box, his food bowls with a picture of the dog hanging above it (looks like a shrine), packages of his food treats are all over the counters, and the closet has about 5 doggie outfits hanging up along with boxes of all his other accessories. It is driving me nuts! Our lease doesn’t end soon enough…