October 30, 2013

October 30, 2013

After what seemed like forever we finally got all of the paperwork, signatures, money, blood, sweat, and tears together and the little house on center street was ours...and the bank's. Well mainly the bank's. We had a few renters, mostly quiet little families that were content to live in a quiet neighborhood. They came and went...mostly because it really wasn't anyone's idea of their dream house. Here I'll have to be totally honest, it wasn't my dream house either. We kind of live in an area that is the slums of our little town, and my original idea was to get the house paid off and then tear it down. It was the least I could do for the neighborhood - one less eyesore.

Then we got THE renters. I guess every landlord gets one or two in their careers, ours just kind of came along earlier. The third renter we had. We have a no pets rule. The house is small and old, it didn't need any additional wear and tear. They had a little dog that had been their folk's for years and years and would have to be put down if they couldn't keep it...it was very well trained...they were very clean just check with previous landlords ... yadayadaya. So I reluctantly said yes. What was one little dog turned into three, and they were very energetic old dogs. They were everywhere. Very well trained to only poop in the neighbor's yard. Mostly mine. Or at least I thought, but more about that later.