Got some pictures of little G-Man smiling today! Pretty shocking, actually, since they were both suuuuuuuuuuuper fussy all day long.
We decided against the house with the weirdo landlord for a few reasons:
1) The street doesn't have a sidewalk and with babies and dogs, that's kind of a deal breaker. It's a pretty busy street.
2) If something were to go wrong with the house, chances are she'd have no idea how to handle it and we'd end up getting screwed.
3) We're going to be moving with our BFF (to help him save some money for an upcoming custody battle against his batshitcrazy ex) and his work truck won't fit in the driveway.
We're going to look at some other potential houses over the next few days and I'm sure something will work out eventually. One of them is in the right area, but it's smaller than we'd like. The other is the right size (and cheaper), but is not where we want to be. Maybe the perfect house will magically appear on CL tomorrow? I just wish it wasn't (weren't?) so hard to find a place that doesn't have a problem with the dogs. We have dobermans and everyone seems to think they are evil and mean. They are so far from that it's not even funny. They throw themselves into your lap on the couch and just cuddle. Sigh.
Here's J and the BFF with the "vicious" beasts:
(Yes, that brown thing under her head is a dog)
Don't you totally fear for your life right now?
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