Apartment Life Deductions

Not too long ago, I wrote that I just moved into an apartment and everything was fine except for the fact that I thought people were coming up the stairs to murder me in my bed.  

I know you were all concerned.  Thankfully, I've mostly gotten over that.  (Everyday A, you were right! I'm starting to learn.)

I've also recently written about Chance, the newest love of my life.

Something that I have noticed on during my first few weeks exploring my apartment complex with Chance, my neighbors are Shady with a capital S.

I'm pretty sure there's a drug ring in one of the apartments on our walk route.  I know that's a terrible accusation to say right off the bat, but these stereotypical moments just keep occurring and repeating in my head.

Chance and I mind our own business while I try to coax him to pee before both of us catch frost bite outside.  Well, I say WE mind our business, but Chance actually doesn't; he is more than happy to stare at every single person or animal in his line of sight, without shame.  Me? I'm standing there with my head down, looking at my phone, hoping no one will jump me for it while I'm trying to be inconspicuous.

Whenever someone does catch my eye, though, I always smile and wave.  I do not want to be the one they come looking for when they get Narc'd out.  I want to be the friendly neighbor with her dog that pretends to know nothing but secretly is on to them, and writing blogs about it anonymously.

Yep, that's me.

Chance, the Rescued Beagle

Welcome to the family, Chance the Rescue Beagle. 

I just wanted to take the time to let everyone know that life as I know it is over.  My heart has been stolen by this little face.  (Don't tell my girlfriend.)

This is Chance, formerly known as Christian Bale, a "Celebrity Beagle" rescued from a research lab by the Happy Paws Rescue located in South Plainfield, NJ.  He was rescued with a bunch of other dogs and they are all looking for good homes (except for Chance b/c he's mine!!!!).  

I haven't had a dog in a while, so we'll see what kind of things are going to change after the rose-colored glasses are gone.  

So far on the list of harsh realities:

*Chance is not house trained, as I was previously led to believe.  It's fine, and something that we are working on daily, but every day is like coming home to find out whether or not Doctor Jekyll or Mister Hyde is going to come skittishly out of his crate.  If it's Doctor Jekyll, he is sure to be covered in poop.

(Silver lining? I bought this cookie dough shampoo that makes him smell DELISH. Yum.)

*Chance does not like to poop outside, ok, fine, neither do I.  However, with the fact that Mother Nature decided to dump on us this winter, it's making life very difficult. Neither of us want to be outside freezing our paws off, but only one of us knows what to do out there in order to rush back inside. 

*Helen and I are the biggest mushes in the history of life.  This dog can go nuts, but as soon as he looks at us, we're done.  Whatever he wants, the sky is the limit (until he shits in the house again).

Here goes nothing, kids!