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Ended up working from home, so as not to infect my co-workers. Which means that I just wandered up to the apartment office to check on what was happening with the dog/porch situation. The competent manager was at the first desk, yay, but hadn't heard the phone message (it's possible someone else listens to them: I have not noted any degree of accurate communication between people in that office). So I told her about the dog on the balcony and showed the photographs. 8x10" images of dog filth on the porch do tend to rivet one's attention. :) The expression of horror on her face was quite pleasant to see. She informed me she was going to issue a lease violation, and started writing it down as I watched (something which seems to be key with getting things to happen around here: make sure you see them write it down).
I suspect I shall end up cleaning the porch off myself - probably buying a cheap broom for the occasion and throwing it away afterward, as I don't want to mess up my broom - but I shall do that with a twinkle in my eye and a song in my heart if it means that IT WILL STOP.
I refrained from coughing in her general direction until we see if the situation has been taken care of.
I handed her a whole sheaf of photos, with lovingly composed closeups of the more disgusting bits. You guys get just the highlights. :)
And yes: that wet patch is exactly what you think it is. I could smell it.
ETA: The leaves and colored paper is my fault: I hadn't bothered to sweep the porch in a while, and some kids threw the colored stuff over the wall some time ago. I did tell her which stuff was mine and which was the dog's, but I'm quite happy to let the stuff that's my fault make it look THAT MUCH WORSE. The white soggy stuff is the dog's fault, I think.
And, for all our sakes: I am currently allergic to advice, having come through a year of disasters and been the recipient of much (and much and much and much...) well-intentioned advice, most of it the same stuff over and over and over again. And yes, to repeat something for about the sixtieth time: my lease is up in June and I am moving then.
And a picture of the cat, as a reward for suffering through the other two pictures. Looking remarkably intelligent for someone destined to get stuck in an open box a couple of weeks after the photo was taken.
I suspect I shall end up cleaning the porch off myself - probably buying a cheap broom for the occasion and throwing it away afterward, as I don't want to mess up my broom - but I shall do that with a twinkle in my eye and a song in my heart if it means that IT WILL STOP.
I refrained from coughing in her general direction until we see if the situation has been taken care of.
I handed her a whole sheaf of photos, with lovingly composed closeups of the more disgusting bits. You guys get just the highlights. :)
And yes: that wet patch is exactly what you think it is. I could smell it.
ETA: The leaves and colored paper is my fault: I hadn't bothered to sweep the porch in a while, and some kids threw the colored stuff over the wall some time ago. I did tell her which stuff was mine and which was the dog's, but I'm quite happy to let the stuff that's my fault make it look THAT MUCH WORSE. The white soggy stuff is the dog's fault, I think.
And, for all our sakes: I am currently allergic to advice, having come through a year of disasters and been the recipient of much (and much and much and much...) well-intentioned advice, most of it the same stuff over and over and over again. And yes, to repeat something for about the sixtieth time: my lease is up in June and I am moving then.
And a picture of the cat, as a reward for suffering through the other two pictures. Looking remarkably intelligent for someone destined to get stuck in an open box a couple of weeks after the photo was taken.
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I am now imagining the cat's thoughts on the dogs upstairs, especially given the other pictures ... .
(What's the cat's name, anyway?)
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Her name is officially Nefer, but she thinks her name is Kitty, because that's all I ever call her.
I come bearing ADVICE!
Vinegar should help with the smell. Sweep it, scoop it, and then before you toss the broom, pour some cheap white vinegar on the porch and use the broom to swish it around a bit.
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OK, that's advice I haven't yet gotten. :) And looks useful, too. XD
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Yes, vinegar's what I use when the bunnies have a little accident, and also to help clean their litter box (followed by the vinegar). You can get a gallon jug of white vinegar fairly cheaply. It's helpful in getting mineral build-up off things too (like from the inside of a tea kettle, or a coffeemaker).
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:P
Mostly what I got is: Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww. With a dose of Urrrrrrrrrrgh.
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I just CANNOT BELIEVE they had no clue that either all that stuff was raining down on my porch or that I wouldn't do something about it. I mean, really!
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I'm not sure if I want to know if that was deliberate or just the most perfect typo ever. ;)
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At least knowing you've decided to move means you'll have time to think about where you want to live. Moving in a hurry generally sucks raw dead rat.
The photo of Ms Neferkitty is perfect! My cat photos generally turn out as a blurred nose shot as the cat comes to see what I'm looking at.
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