On Monday I reached 19 weeks of pregnancy! (21 weeks to go, almost half way there) Early morning on Halloween we have an appointment for an ultra sound and we should find out the gender of our baby! I'm super excited of course (with a hint of nervousness) and so is my baby daddy.
With that joy coming up in a few days and the excitement and planing of how else we should celebrate Halloween, the terrifying idea that I have adult things to deal with is really bringing me down. The lease for the condo ends on November first. Our initial plan was to renew the lease for just one more year while we planed a move to a better area now that a baby is on it's way.
The thought did cross our mind to move when the lease is up because the condo association is very nit picky about their rules to a ridiculous extent. We got a notice about "garbage" on our back porch. We are on the second floor, the porch is facing the edge of the condo property, over looking a strip of grass, a fence, and the surrounding neighborhood, therefore for anyone to see our porch they had to walk around the building and look up at our porch to see anything on the porch. The porch is screened in as well, so if you went around in the evening the sun's glare on the screen would prevent you from seeing our porch at all. And I've never seen anyone back there all the time I've spent out there crafting. Someone had to be inspecting the building to see anything on our porch, and the "garbage?" That was a box. One single cardboard box of medium size that we had left out there to later break down and store in the closet for moving later.
What has really been getting under our skin about their "sacred" rules is labeling issues. We have two bikes and two kayaks. Being on the second floor, we store these items outside on shared grounds of the condo. Our bikes in the bike racks and our kayaks in the boat racks ( I'm not sure what the actual rack is called, it has kayaks and SUP boards that are owned by the people living in the condos.) The rule is that a name and condo number has to be on these items that are stored outside. Which is fine for the bikes: the bike rack is under a shelter and bikes are easily labeled with a permanent marker and tape. The boat rack is not sheltered. There is a tree over it, not something that catches rain though, and boats go in the water: markers get washed off, tape looses its stickiness. So we've labeled our kayaks several times. Yet every time it rains we find our kayaks moved from the boat racks, and in one event thrown in a dump site. Which we then had to retrieve after noticing they were no longer in the rack. We were not told the boats were being removed, there was no attempt to contact us. This has happened at least three times that I can think of.
Our biggest problem with this condo now is that the HOA is refusing to renew our lease. The owner of the condo has said he loves us as tenets, the rental company that we have gone through to get this place is happy with us, but the HOA has an issue. The problem is 4.4lbs. My fur baby, Neelix, weighs 24.4lbs and their small animal rule is 20lbs. Therefore, in the next few days we need to get rid of my fur child or they will not renew our lease for the year. I know "rules are rules" however an extra 4.4lbs is a ridiculous reason to deny the renewal. I would understand if he ended up being even ten pounds over the limit, then fine, he grew too big and is no longer a small dog, fine. But 4.4 fucking pounds!?!?! What if he was just a little fat? What if most of it is his fur? He is a Sheltie after all, I'm sure at the very least he has two pounds of hair on him now.
There are problems with this dog. When we first got him we did ponder finding a new home for him because we didn't know if we could handle his obnoxious shyness. He's frightened of almost everything. People, that he can hear but not see, he will run away from. People who are on the other side of the street, he will run from. A parked trailer, he will run from. A stationary running car, he will run from. Most recently, a pumpkin on a stool set outside by the side walk, he will run from. Neelix will even run from hubby when he enters the room even though he loves to play with him outside. However, if you have four legs, a tail, and the humans call you a dog, he will play with you! A cat? A squirrel? A bug in the house? He will chase.
Neelix is my baby! He follows me everywhere, if he's scared he will corner behind me or try to wedge himself between my legs. Since I've gotten pregnant I've noticed that he's gotten protective of me. We had some people over one day that he hadn't met before. When they tried to hug me he growled and got super defensive, in ways that I've never seen before! He's my bathroom buddy, every time I go to the bathroom he follows me in. Then he will either crawl under my leg, sit there and wait for me, he will lay at my feet and lick my toes, or he'all bring a toy and want me to play. If I'm sitting at my desk he will lay under it. If I'm sitting on the couch he will either be on the couch laying next to me or laying on my feet in front of the couch.
All the days I've had a hard time at work he comes and lays next to me, pouting with me looking up at me with his big puppy eyes. When I cry he's right there in my face licking the tears off me. He's always ready to play when I am, and he has the biggest puppy smile on his face while we do.
I love and hate his 2 am energy spurts. Sometimes I'm super worn out from my day hubby and I don't always want to play. Though when we also have the energy for nigh time walks I love to watch him play tag with my hubby! I laugh so hard at how fast he zooms around and sometimes loosing his feet ending up in barrel rolls in the grass. They have tag made into a real sport, hubby has to trick Neelix in order to catch him sometimes, telling him to sit and asking him to shake so hubby can get closer. ... If we have to get rid of him there will be no more tag at two in the morning.
If I don't have Neelix there will be no more reason to run up and down the stairs multiple times a day. Who will put their front paws on the window seal and watch for something to bark at? Who will jump at my mirrored closet to eventually fall into it, open it and make it scary enough to run away? Who will leave stuffing all over the living room from all the stuffed animals that need to be torn apart and what snow will I have to clean up? Who is going to chase the cursor on my lap top, or the circle on hubby's game? Who's food an water bowls will I fill up when I take my vitamins every morning? Who is going to catch the cockroaches that run across the kitchen floor? Who will I get mad at when my stuff is chewed up because they feel they haven't gotten enough attention that day? Who will I have when hubby is gone for work? Who's going to curl up in bed next to me when hubby gets up before me? Who is gong to jump and prance with the biggest puppy smile when he gets a new toy?
If we have to get rid of Neelix I won't have a reason to hide around the corners and run around in circles, laughing and acting like a child. Hubby will have no one to chase and then burst out in to laughter because he is cowering and just letting hubby pick him up for loves. If we have to get rid of Neelix I will never know how he reacts to getting a human sibling. Or how they will interact as they get old together. I will be losing a best friend. Hubby will be losing a play mate. My child will be missing out on having a puppy to learn about and care for him. The condo will be so empty, there would be something missing.
One of the selling points for this place was that we could have a dog. Hubby and I really wanted a dog! Granted we couldn't get a golden retriever like hubby really wanted... Still we could have a buddy to live with. Our first fur child together, my fur baby. I have to get rid of him because he is 4.4lbs over your arbitrary weight limit for "small" animals?
I'm don't even know how to fight this? Or why I should have to fight this? 4.4lbs! The owner is fine with the dog. The owner is on the HOA board and thinks it's silly that they want us to get rid of the dog for that. Seriously!?!? There is a board of people of whom the majority think 4.4lbs is worth ripping a piece of my family out of his home!?!? Now, if he had grown ten pounds over their weight limit then fine, he grew to be a bigger dog than we thought. If you've had complaints about his barking. If someone on the condo property has been in some sort of conflict with this dog. Fine. Those reasons I would understand. For the simple reason that he grew a few pounds over the "small animal pound limit" that's bs.
With four days what am I supposed to do? The only thing that leaves me time to do is to give my fur baby up to the pound or a shelter. That's not even enough time to find him a decent home, or a good place for him to stay. Who can I call? Who can I talk to? To say haw ridiculous this is? Can I appeal to the HOA? Should I make my poor fur baby starve for the next few weeks to loose the weight for you? I wish I could move and get out from under your thumb in four days. We just scheduled an "urgent" vet appointment where we spent $200 for rabies and vaccines to be updated because you just needed those papers a.s.a.p.! Not good enough for you? We have to get rid of him now? Let me shave him, chop off a limb or two - there's your fucking 4.4lbs! Better idea, I'll leave his poop on each of your door steps. Add up that weight!
Ugh. I don't know what to do. I'm not happy that you, HOA, even bring up the idea. The thought brings me to tears. To seriously have to consider it just to keep housing for myself? I don't need this stress. I need my dog to cheer me up. Especially being pregnant and going through mood swings. I need my fur child. NEED! And I need to stop crying about this. I have no idea how to resolve this. I want to be fucking happy and fucking excited to find out the gender of my child I don't want to be fucking balling because you want to get rid of my fur child.
Update as of Oct. 29th: Hubby got a call this morning from the president of the condo association (or something like that) and apparently the board voted (or re-voted?) that my fur baby can stay and they will renew our lease! I'm not sure what did it, but I'm happy this happened!
If I don't have Neelix there will be no more reason to run up and down the stairs multiple times a day. Who will put their front paws on the window seal and watch for something to bark at? Who will jump at my mirrored closet to eventually fall into it, open it and make it scary enough to run away? Who will leave stuffing all over the living room from all the stuffed animals that need to be torn apart and what snow will I have to clean up? Who is going to chase the cursor on my lap top, or the circle on hubby's game? Who's food an water bowls will I fill up when I take my vitamins every morning? Who is going to catch the cockroaches that run across the kitchen floor? Who will I get mad at when my stuff is chewed up because they feel they haven't gotten enough attention that day? Who will I have when hubby is gone for work? Who's going to curl up in bed next to me when hubby gets up before me? Who is gong to jump and prance with the biggest puppy smile when he gets a new toy?
If we have to get rid of Neelix I won't have a reason to hide around the corners and run around in circles, laughing and acting like a child. Hubby will have no one to chase and then burst out in to laughter because he is cowering and just letting hubby pick him up for loves. If we have to get rid of Neelix I will never know how he reacts to getting a human sibling. Or how they will interact as they get old together. I will be losing a best friend. Hubby will be losing a play mate. My child will be missing out on having a puppy to learn about and care for him. The condo will be so empty, there would be something missing.
One of the selling points for this place was that we could have a dog. Hubby and I really wanted a dog! Granted we couldn't get a golden retriever like hubby really wanted... Still we could have a buddy to live with. Our first fur child together, my fur baby. I have to get rid of him because he is 4.4lbs over your arbitrary weight limit for "small" animals?
I'm don't even know how to fight this? Or why I should have to fight this? 4.4lbs! The owner is fine with the dog. The owner is on the HOA board and thinks it's silly that they want us to get rid of the dog for that. Seriously!?!? There is a board of people of whom the majority think 4.4lbs is worth ripping a piece of my family out of his home!?!? Now, if he had grown ten pounds over their weight limit then fine, he grew to be a bigger dog than we thought. If you've had complaints about his barking. If someone on the condo property has been in some sort of conflict with this dog. Fine. Those reasons I would understand. For the simple reason that he grew a few pounds over the "small animal pound limit" that's bs.
With four days what am I supposed to do? The only thing that leaves me time to do is to give my fur baby up to the pound or a shelter. That's not even enough time to find him a decent home, or a good place for him to stay. Who can I call? Who can I talk to? To say haw ridiculous this is? Can I appeal to the HOA? Should I make my poor fur baby starve for the next few weeks to loose the weight for you? I wish I could move and get out from under your thumb in four days. We just scheduled an "urgent" vet appointment where we spent $200 for rabies and vaccines to be updated because you just needed those papers a.s.a.p.! Not good enough for you? We have to get rid of him now? Let me shave him, chop off a limb or two - there's your fucking 4.4lbs! Better idea, I'll leave his poop on each of your door steps. Add up that weight!
Ugh. I don't know what to do. I'm not happy that you, HOA, even bring up the idea. The thought brings me to tears. To seriously have to consider it just to keep housing for myself? I don't need this stress. I need my dog to cheer me up. Especially being pregnant and going through mood swings. I need my fur child. NEED! And I need to stop crying about this. I have no idea how to resolve this. I want to be fucking happy and fucking excited to find out the gender of my child I don't want to be fucking balling because you want to get rid of my fur child.
Update as of Oct. 29th: Hubby got a call this morning from the president of the condo association (or something like that) and apparently the board voted (or re-voted?) that my fur baby can stay and they will renew our lease! I'm not sure what did it, but I'm happy this happened!
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