Friday, October 02, 2009
I Owe Her
People who know me personally are aware of the issues I have had with this apartment. It's big and cheap, but comes at a cost to my soul. I have seen the face of evil, and it's the superCatholic landlady that lives downstairs. In less than a year, I've seen two dogs in her possession die. The first she drove crazy with a bark collar, and he ran away through an open gate one day when she had an unfamiliar person looking after him. She made a half-assed effort to find him. I only saw a few signs posted on trees on our block. Shortly after she got a puppy, who she assigned the same name as the last dog. Maybe she should just call them "dog." He died this week from Parvo, and now she has a new puppy. Over the nine months that she had the most recent dog, he was never groomed (she asked me about Piccolo's grooming schedule and cost, when I told her, she said, "that's too much!) and when you put your hands on him, could feel ribs through all the unkempt hair. I fed him, and the Man would bring him into the apartment. I put a stop to it when I saw him trying to mark things in the apartment, and Piccolo was freaked out by his prescence. He would come to our back door and slam his body against it, trying to get in. The landlady showed no shame in the outcome with this little dog, and stated that she never vaccinated her dogs. It makes me sick that I saw a dog neglected to death, and I'm certain that this new one will suffer the same fate, or live for some time being mistreated.
The thing that makes me want to scream is that this woman thinks that the rules don't apply to her. The apartment and building is run down, and a building inspector found eleven code violations, including a rotten back porch. Nothing has been done to correct any of these issues. She denies having a problem with pests, although all the other apartments in this building have one. I wonder if paying the fine is actually cheaper than doing the repairs.
I want to move in the worst way. It is so hard to get the Man to cooperate with this.
I think it's shameful that someone can just purchase a dog, with no regard to where that dog is going to end up, or what kind of history the owner has. How can the person responsible for breeding place an innocent creature in a home where days before, a dog that they had sold months ago to the same person died of neglect.
I feel outraged, and powerless.
I owe Piccolo. She didn't ask to live with me. She deserves the best from me.