For anyone that has followed my quest to find a new room mate, it has involved countless encounters on Craigslist.com. I’m not one to name drop, but I have to give credit where credit is due.
Over the weekend, I received several strong candidates to finally bring my room mate search to a close. It did not come without a few calls from characters, but I would expect nothing less from Craig’s List. The man called asking if it’s ok if he has a dog. Now that’s a fair question, and normally I wouldn’t mind a dog, despite my allergies. But the space is limited due to the fact I live in a townhouse, not to mention I do not have a back yard, or a fenced in area at all for that matter.
The man’s immediate response to my allergy was to say, “Oh come on, it’s a small 70 pound Golden Retriever! It’s 13 years old and barely moves.” Excuse me? Barley moves? Well it’s still 70 pounds, which was quickly down played. If the dog is 13, it won’t enjoy my 3 floor town house with limited running room and no back yard. Have you considered the dogs feelings, sir? Furthermore, trying to make me feel bad for your dog is not ethical nor will it change my mind in any way shape or form. Why should I jeopardize my healthy for what claims to be a, “small dog?”
Just when I thought this man couldn’t get any more irrational, he brings up the fact that, “The Dog is away fro the Summer at a relatives and won’t be returning until after Labor Day.” I felt like I was now dating this man and he’s letting me know he has a child. He said, “He didn’t want to NOT tell me about the dog and deceive me for months and then one day his dog shows up.” I had to stop myself from bursting out into laughter over the phone. The way he said it made it sound like, “Well since it’s 13, it’s on it’s last leg, if won’t move in until mid-September, if it even makes it all. So can I move in?”
I’ll have to get back to you, but I’m pretty sure it’s a no……









What the freak, man!?
If you didn’t want me to move if, you could have just said so. “dude, I’m sorry, I just don’t want a dog here…” You don’t have to log onto your blog and freakin’ slam me about it…
So what, my dog is 13. You got a problem with old dogs?!
I’m just looking for a place to live, man. You don’t have to “blog, blog, blog” about what a weirdo I am, just because I’m trying to be CONSIDERATE. Did you ever think of that?! HUH?! “maybe he’s just trying to be CONSIDERATE because he knows dogs can be an inconvenience or whatever…
Let me guess… you’re one of those cat guy, aren’t you?
You dress your cat in little fruity-pebbles tu-tu’s and prance it around like it’s the cat from the Wizard of Oz or some crap, don’t you? Freakin’ cat lovers, always pooping on my dog.
You know what… I don’t want to live with you.
Only a freakin’ jerk would say such mean things about my dog.
Screw you, dude. My dog might die this summer and I won’t even get to see him because I’ll be living with you and your fruity little cat.
Damn.
Whatever.
Joel Richardson: dog hater.