Hoped and prayed to get a house that needed fixing up.
Looked and looked and looked for a house.
Decided to rent. Oh, you have three animals? Really?
Found a townhouse with a year lease that would take our animals.
Read the HOA (that the landlord apparently didn’t read). ONE ANIMAL PER HOUSEHOLD
Craigslist ad for neat home in town where my sister lives? Yes please!
SCAM (Literally, a scam. The person pretending to rent it was using a dead man’s name)
Friends who will watch Coco for an extended time so we can rent ANYTHING?
God bless them. Tears. Can’t imagine living without the dog that I can’t stand but who is, for better for for worse, our dog.
IMMEDIATELY find an apartment complex that offers leases 3-12 months, have three bedroom apartments and will accept our smaller pet family of Stitch the cat and Jake the small dog.
Look at apartment. It’s seriously about the same size as our first apartment from when we were newlyweds, with another bathroom tossed in. 2 adults + a cat is not quite the same as 2 adults, 4 teens, a cat and a dog.
Jim is–as I am typing this–looking at it with our agent. If he gives the approval, we will, again, hopefully, have a place to live instead of being homeless in 29 days. And counting.