I was startled Saturday morning by a knock at my door. After our morning walk, my dogs, in my home, bother my neighbors. The police told me I have two options: shut them up or get rid of them. I HATE this place! I love my job, but this trailer smells bad from the neighbor's cats. There are about 20 cats that I've noticed, and they've been there 20 years or so, generations of them at my next door neighbor's home. I cannot help what they do in my home when they're locked in tiny boxes while I am at work. I hate this place, too. I love my job.
We went camping, the three dogs and Max. We had fun and went to Devil's Tower for fireworks. My brakes went out on the way back.
Seems my right rear brake got hung up and now I need a rotor. $292 later, I've got a safe car. But still my doggies, my beloved doggies, haunt me. In the mail was a notice from the landlord that they've got to go or shut up. Oh, and the entire letter was in caps and underlined. Classy folks at that rental agency. There are holes I can fit a cell phone through in the floor. There are no rentals that accept pets in the newspapers and I have yet to see a sign on a house around here.
I spend half my income on gas just to get to and from work from here, the only place that accepted pets when I moved to South Dakota. I came here with great dreams. I love my job, love the work that I do, but I want a place to live! How does section 8 approve a place with holes in the floor?!? And how can I complain to Section 8 when I've got nowhere else to go?
The life I was living did not make me happy. I found the courage to start a new one. I got rid of most of my pets, kept the three I couldn't live without, and now I may lose them too. Crying just makes my head hurt more. I don't think there are many opportunities in South Dakota. I love my job but it's only 8 hours of my day.
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