My husband thinks he's Don Corleone.... but hey, it works. Today we went to our new apartment, did the inspection, signed the papers, wrote the check, got the key... everything A-OK.... until we headed back in to figure out which couch will go where. As soon as we walked in, we heard a cacophony of small dog voices. Not good. J and I both dislike small dogs, J more intensely than I. I can withstand them as I generally like all fuzzy creatures, but the barking/yipping drives me (both of us) insane. We even tried closing our doors, etc., but we kept hearing them and they were fairly loud even inside our apartment. Needless to say, we headed back down to the office and were assured that a solution would be worked out.
Over the course of the next few hours, we started thinking about it and realized that this would be a serious problem. New baby+me home during the day+dog owners probably gone during the day+small dogs and their nature to bark regardless of being told to be quiet....=J emailing the office and telling them we're not living there. Long story short, after his amazing negotiating power (which I do not possess AT ALL, so good thing one of us does!), we're now moving into a larger apartment in an animal free, newer building... for exactly the same price we'd previously agreed on. Go him!
The other bonus is that we're not able to move in until the 6th, so it means a few extra days for me to get my act together and finish up school work, etc., before having to worry about cleaning/painting/moving. And, we'll be delaying that rent check for another week or so. Nice. Perhaps we can thank St. Andrew for his intercession on this answered prayer, seeing how it's his feast day and all! ;)
