My airb&b landlord is an angel
While looking for an apartment, I've been staying at AirB&Bs, and this lady was renting out a room pretty cheap. The room is separated from the common area by only a curtain, but it's a damn big room and that boundary has always been respected -- not only by my landlord, herself, but also by her obedient doggo. Homeboi weighs like 70 pounds, he's friendly yet sedate to humans, and he seemed to obey her well. Apparently, he used to be "unadoptable" because he was such a dick, and still can't be trusted around other dogs (he shreds anything with a tail). Other than that though, he's really chill now.
I've been living off packaged shit for the past couple of weeks because I don't have permanent quarters yet, so I've been stashing stuff with my belongings. Rifled through it hurriedly a couple days ago bc I lost my work keys, never rightly put everything back into its place. Well, the dog was home alone for a few hours, and he decides to just go for it. My dude pounces on my vanilla protein bars and inhales like four of them. He rips through my little Oreo sticks. It was only by pure luck that he couldn't get to my chocolate bars before the dog walker showed up to stop him. He put the rest of my shit out of his reach and called my landlord.
Soooo my landlord rushes home to make sure he's not hurt, and she shoots me a text letting me know what happened. I felt terrible, having left food completely unsecured like that. I knew there was a dog there, and that shit could be a risk to his health, or god forbid even his life. But she wouldn't stop apologizing to me as if this was somehow her fault, and she even went out and got me new snacks to replace the ones that'd been destroyed. I told her that that wasn't necessary, but she insisted that it was.
Thankfully, the dog wasn't harmed at all. Hell, he wasn't even full and ate dinner readily, despite the humungous meal he'd had. My landlord said he'd had crazier binges before, such as consuming an entire pizza -- foil and all -- so completely that she was unsure if she'd misplaced it until the foil turned up in his shit. On another occasion, he ate an entire pound and a half of chocolate fudge, and was perfectly well aside from the dehydration.
It really does strike me, how much this lady cares to have raised a dog who used to be so problematic, and who now depends on her so completely for emotional support. And it's striking how much she cares for her tenants and takes responsibility for things beyond what's even reasonable. This apartment isn't beautiful, but it has a beautiful person in it, that's for sure.
I've been living off packaged shit for the past couple of weeks because I don't have permanent quarters yet, so I've been stashing stuff with my belongings. Rifled through it hurriedly a couple days ago bc I lost my work keys, never rightly put everything back into its place. Well, the dog was home alone for a few hours, and he decides to just go for it. My dude pounces on my vanilla protein bars and inhales like four of them. He rips through my little Oreo sticks. It was only by pure luck that he couldn't get to my chocolate bars before the dog walker showed up to stop him. He put the rest of my shit out of his reach and called my landlord.
Soooo my landlord rushes home to make sure he's not hurt, and she shoots me a text letting me know what happened. I felt terrible, having left food completely unsecured like that. I knew there was a dog there, and that shit could be a risk to his health, or god forbid even his life. But she wouldn't stop apologizing to me as if this was somehow her fault, and she even went out and got me new snacks to replace the ones that'd been destroyed. I told her that that wasn't necessary, but she insisted that it was.
Thankfully, the dog wasn't harmed at all. Hell, he wasn't even full and ate dinner readily, despite the humungous meal he'd had. My landlord said he'd had crazier binges before, such as consuming an entire pizza -- foil and all -- so completely that she was unsure if she'd misplaced it until the foil turned up in his shit. On another occasion, he ate an entire pound and a half of chocolate fudge, and was perfectly well aside from the dehydration.
It really does strike me, how much this lady cares to have raised a dog who used to be so problematic, and who now depends on her so completely for emotional support. And it's striking how much she cares for her tenants and takes responsibility for things beyond what's even reasonable. This apartment isn't beautiful, but it has a beautiful person in it, that's for sure.
