They don’t care about moisture rings on furniture, kids writing on walls, clutter everywhere, broken appliances (the water dispenser on the fridge always seems broken in these homes). Or wearing muddy shoes to bed and ruining sheets, destroying white towels even though I leave black makeup towels and individually wrapped makeup removers in each bathroom, chipping wood off my stairs by pulling their suitcase up it instead of carrying it, setting hot pot of coffee on my wooden dining table, lighting their cigars with paper towels ignited by my natural gas stove, trying to clean my stainless steel stove with a scour pad, wiping boogers on the headboard, starting a popcorn bag on fire in my microwave, ripping paint off the wall after taking down their party decorations, opening windows during heavy rains, putting their cigars out on my patio furniture, spilling drinks on every rug, and denting every wall.
Honestly, I wasn’t sure how well it would work or whether or not I’d end up liking it, but I figured I’d buy it from Costco (I got in on sale around Christmas) and it would be easy enough for me to return if I was not pleased with it. There’s a dresser at the end of her hall which represents the same thing to him, the same battle. Her head was just about the only thing visible, and as I raised my eyes I saw that something shaped like a pyramidal slug was hanging from the ceiling, rows of beady mollusc eyes ringing its salivating mouth which was ineffectually trying to gum the rest of the girl into its stomach. Similar to the other dogs, it had a small and laminated white sheet of paper hanging from the chain link kennel door. Her tail was between her legs, movements toward the chain link gate uncertain and slow. Her ears stood straight up and flicked forward, movements toward him stopping sharply.
It was always this irregular banging that sent the lights in the hallway shaking and swinging. Keep emergency lights charged at all times. It was bound tightly to the porcelain to keep its contents hidden, but there was no denying it was the source of the smell. I ran over to help her and noticed the stench of urine and the sickly-sweet smell of infection as I lifted her up. Shade brought his already risen hand to his face, fingers brushing over his face as he gave a confused blink and furrow of his brow. There were small patches missing here and there… His brow stitched, stomach twisting. Something weird and unexplainable, but there was nothing. Takes me 30 secs to check nothing is lying about. Finally, if nothing else works you can also look at a cat deterrent spray like Sentry Stop That! It started off like normal, which lifted a huge weight off my chest, if only for a moment. Buying items in bulk and repackaging them in containers like food-grade buckets and mylar bags with oxygen absorbers is great for protecting your goods.
He had tried to be quiet when walking inside the mansion, but the bag he’d been holding filled with dog bowls and toys was overflowing, and as he stepped inside balancing the items in the bag and his leash hand – which he had Beauty on, who did not seem to particularly enjoy it but wasn’t fighting him – several items spilled out. Once he’d finished lowering though, she took a hesitant sniff and stepped forward again, making it to him. When he pulled his arm back and went to look back at her again, he startled slightly. When I got up, after eating a small breakfast and drinking about half a pot of coffee, (thanks again, Mom!) I got to work. He hadn’t even waited for the rest of the band to finish looking for Riku’s cat; he’d adopted her (which had been a bit of a task considering background checks and all that, but the attendant had actually been a fan of Doubt Insecurity and she’d been able to swing it for him quicker), had taken her to the pet store nearby, and then had Elliot pick him up to take him home so he had time to clean Beauty up before Helian got to see her.
He didn’t know if Helian was home yet. The sweat beading along his forehead made me feel feverish just to look at, and his eyes darted around the same piece of mail he’d been holding as if he couldn’t quite read the words. The papers read the type of breed the dog was, their gender, whether or not they had shots, when they were brought to the kennel, and a bunch of other information that he wasn’t about to read through at the moment. His gaze shifted along the dog’s information, icy gaze narrowing as he read. He lifted a hand, gaze wavering despite himself. The next part did help that make sense though; she’d been brought in that morning by a dog catcher who’d caught her wandering the streets. It was a female dog. My house was burnt to a crisp, black soot and ash rained down from the sky as the smoldering heap billowed white smoke.