Dog Gone
Harry's gone now :(
I'm now going to rant and rave and be completely self-indulgent and pathetic so if you don't want to read that, go and make yourself a cuppa or something.
Please don't email me to say we didn't try hard enough or we should have held on to him or we're heartless wenches. It was the hardest decision we've ever had to make. The owners were threatening legal action against us, and we've had no luck finding a new place that's dog-friendly after four weeks of searching.
The real estate agents got their copy of our application to terminate the lease today. They promptly called me up and said sure, we can break the lease, but they want to advertise it on Wednesday and start showing people through immediately. I told them we didn't have a new place yet and that we preferred to deal through the Tribunal. They told me there was no need for that, they were going to let us out of the lease, all they needed from us was a vacation date.
Obviously they don't want to be dragged through the Tribunal process. Obviously they want to get new tenants ASAP because tomorrow is only 6 months til our lease is meant to end. Obviously they wanted to try and quietly screw us over again.
I got Rhiannon to call them back to tell them no deal. We're going to do this through official channels. They were spewing, telling us the Evil Agent in question is on leave for four weeks so she couldn't go to the hearing to defend herself against the "serious allegations" we made.
Well they'll just have to bloody work around that. After everything we've been through, there's no way we're going to let them intimidate us and back down. We never would have been in this mess if they'd just been honest with us. So we want our hearing, dammit.
But they did intimidate me...
(I was feeling pathetic as it was after Harry left yesterday. We took him over to his new house and he was running around the new yard looking quite happy until we shut the gate. Then he jumped up and wrapped his paws round my arm and started whimpering. That little bastard!
Before he left our house, he refused to sit still so Rhi could take a photo of us together. He headbutted me and put his dirty paws all over my skirt. Then licked my forehead in the car. But when we went to leave he went all wimpy and I felt so heartbroken. The little bugger stood there staring mournfully as we drove off.
I was okay til later that night til I saw some leftovers in the bin and wondered why they were in the bin when Harry could eat them. Then I started bawling like an idiot coz I realise we didn't have our four-legged garbage disposal anymore.)
... so yeah, today was okay til the agents called me and tried their stand-over tactics. They're so good at rattling me, at making me feel like I'm the one at fault, like we're causing trouble. Boss Helen asked me if I was okay and of course I chose that moment to start howling again at work in front of everyone most pathetically.
I dunno why it hurts so bad, I thought I'd handle it all better. I am scared about all this, about finding somewhere new to live. And I am angry at those bastard agents who just think we'll let this slide on the quiet. They have no idea of the shit they've caused for us and they don't give a flying fuck. I am trying not to panic but it's all so bloody overwhelming.
All they had to do back in October was say "the tenants don't want pets on this property". We would have said cool, no worries, we'll keep living at our other place. But they were so eager to get a tenant that they decided to deceive us.
I am so sick of this shit. I hate coming home now the yard is empty. There's noone sitting at the kitchen window watching us cook dinner, standing outside the toilet window staring you down, no little paws scratching at my bedroom window at night asking for a pat. Noone to kick me in the head or to bite my toes at the clothesline. And where the hell do I get cuddles now? The source of cuddles is gone.
I don't care if those bastards find my site and see this. I just wish you could comprehend how shitty and pathetic and achy and sad I feel right now. I hate feeling like this. I hate not knowing where I will be living. I hate being such a whiny shit. And I want my dog back, dammit.
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sorry people.
i am watching Six Feet Under and everyone's phones keep ringing on the show and it sounds exactly like my phone so i keep jumping up. mmffhg.
*gives Shauny a cuddle*
bloody hell. i'm so sorry this has happened to you. good luck and sympathies from californ-i-a.
Sorry to hear this, chooky. Look after yusself.
I never send people *hugs*. I'm not a *hugs* kind of person. Nobody expects *hugs* from me, 'cause it's just not the kind of thing I would do.
But you sounds like you could use some, so I'll break my rule this time.
*huuuuggggssss*
I'm dreadfully sorry about the whole situation. It'll work out, though, I'm sure of it.
Sucks, don't it?
you poor poor girls. bastard real estate agents should be forced to have their own treatment meted out to them.
i'm sorry you have to feel so bad right now.
Shi'ite. Sorry, doll.
very sorry, too, gal.
*knuffels* ?
I hate it that some of the nicest people have to deal with the worst shite.
Good luck with all of this, and I'm crossing my fingers that everything will work out!!
I am so sorry Shauny.
good luck, shauny.
can you get Harry back when you do find a new place?
::hugs::
I feel so awful for you
cute dog!
Aaaah miss shauny. I'm cryin (really truly am). I know where you are at girl. You can't beat a dog's love so I really feel for you at this time and understand what you are going through, having been there myself. They dig a unique hole for themselves in our lives, don't they? I'm so sorry to hear that things worked out this way.
*BIG HUGS*
(I have plenty of tissues if you need them, ditto chocolate)
big love from me too - you obviously need to come down to melbourne and play with me an missjenjen an missfeistynoodle....
we love you, miss shauny.
Awww *hugs*
Sigh
What sort of comment is "cute dog"?
Hang in there, Shauny. You'll find a place soon (and I'm glad you're going to go through the right channels)
As for the leftovers in the bin, try a compost bin. There's ones available that you can take with you.
Man. There aren't words.
:(
Real estate agents are the lowest form of life. Everytime I deal with them I feel like collectively smacking them all in the fucking eye.
Sorry about Harry, and all the shit you've had to go through. Saying that it sucks total arse is an understatement.
I'm so sorry about Harry, Shauny...:(
Stupid bloody real estate agents.
Kill 'em. Kill 'em all. I'll help.
Damn Shauna, this is terrible. I love Harry and all the stories about him. I hope you find a new place soon and there's a way for you to get him back....shit...I hate loosing a pet.
I also live in Aus and found it hard to get a place that would accept my two completely house trained cats. In the end, I got a bank loan and bought one, but what I don’t get is, the big problem. My cats do not smell, they got o the toilet where they are supposed to, and they overly friendly; that is more than I can say for some tenants.
I'm sorry to hear that, Shauna.
Oh, Shauners. Kick their asses through that tribunal. Or hire someone else to do it.
Oh, Shauna! My heart breaks for you. The new owner will let you visit him - right?
Aww, hon. I'm so, so sorry.
Well ... there's only one thing left to do ...
Post the agent's fax number so that everyone who reads your page can bomb the bejesus out of them.
Intimidation can work both ways.
I'm so sorry to hear your bad news.
Hope you kick some serious butt at the Tribunal.
shauny, i'm so sorry :(
you know, if you guve me the name of the agents, i'd be more than willing to send my friend steve around to 'show them the treatment'. hell, i'd do it myself.
if that's unfeasible, just remember how you feel now, so at the tribunal you will use your rage in a (kind of) constructive way, and kick them all to tasmania. and leave them there.
i'm so angry that they can do that to you shauny... if there's anything i can do to help, i will (petitions, writing to news papers, calling a current affair... hey, it was mentioned!) *hugs*
Oh :(
I'm sure you'll find somewhere and get him back. In the meanwhile, take care xx
Oh, I'm sorry, Shauny.
I don't generally like to make generalisations, but I've never come across as underhand, uncaring, and untrustworthy a professional group as RE agents (tautology you say? It's necessary when talking about these people!).
It's awful losing a dog - they bond so strongly to people, and people of course, bond back.
Good luck Miss Shauny
I don't know what I'd do if someone took my Jack away from me... I feel for you.
It's not the worse case scenario hon - worse case scenario is that you didn't find anyone to look after Harry... At least he's in a home that he likes and with people who will love him almost as much as you do.
So sorry you had to let him go though, sucks to the real estate agents, the owners and the fucked up neighbour. Hugs to you.
aww, hell... those bastards... *hug* I'm glad you've found Harry a home, though. Are the owners bloggers so we can check up on them? If anyone's bad to Harry we'll send the lads round.
Shauny, I'm so terribly sorry.
^-- all of the above.
Well, most of it. I wish we could make you feel better.
You poor thing - I feel your pain:(
*big hugz*
There's no way you're being pathetic, in fact I'm impressed you haven't gone postal on thier skanky real-estate arse. For someone who is having to deal with losing Harry, finding a new place to live and putting up with shit from the people who screwed you over in the first place I think you're doing very very well.
I hope that stupid bitch who screwed you hears about this and it completely ruins her holiday.
Here's what my dream for you is...
You go to the Tribunal and kick some R/E butt, then you find a fabulous new place to live with a big backyard and wonderful neighbours. Then you ride on over to where Harry is (with the tune of Love Lifts Us Up playing in the background) and reclaim him and take him home forever and ever amen.
End of dream.
Thinking of you.
Hey there - looks like we're both going through some shit at the moment - here's the deal: I'll keep strong and sane if you try to too.
I think you should fine a way to forceably take away one of their offspring.
In the mean time, hun, it breaks all of our hearts. I couldn't imagine living without my pesky weinerdog and think I know what you mean about being possibly cuddles deprived.
Hang in there -- it will take a while to get over this one.
give me the names of these scum. their heads shall arrive in a giftwrapped decorative basket by morn.
sigh...there's no justice.
but christ...46 comments.
Yes. At least 46 people on the internet love you, even if nobody else gives a toss.
Oh that's not very nice mr. " "
I saw the 'cute dog' pic, and the title, and naturally thought the worst...good to read I was wrong and he's only in exile...poor pooch...
sorry to hear about your poor puppy. my dog was lost for a few days and it was just awful coming home and not seeing her little head pop up at the window to welcome me home. it breaks your heart.
hopefully things will come good for you real soon.
~kathryn
Shauna, kick the damn bastard agents' asses.
they are absolute bastards! they suck! they made you take your doggie away! they really, really suck. :-(
This is disgusting. Bring back Harry! I hope he's happy in his new home though. He looks like such a cute little hog, I mean, dog.
Though I'm not at all happy about the treatment of Queen Shauny. Someone may have to kick some ass around here.
You did your best and then some. ... At least you found Harry a proper home instead of just dumping him at the dog pound like some people do, as if the dog is just inconvenient.
Sorry this happened. I hope you can find normal landlords soon.
*sigh*
My Heavens, Miss Shauny. As one with similar tether to small and furry and quadruped, I say: you are handling this entire thing with aplomb and decency. I would have molotoved the bastards by now. Fark them to smithereens and then feed their remains to N Sync. And, y'know, I reckon they DO know the harm they are imparting. Property managers, like so many other alleged 'professionals' derive garish glee from making other folk suffer. When the revolution comes, they will be first up against the freaking wall and Harry will sniff their bums with disdain.
Hmmm. 56 messages, is that a record?
Oh, my poor dear Shauny. I'm sorry. No one should ever have to give up a pet. It's like giving up a best friend, except no one ever understands as much. :-(
I'm so sorry. I had to give up my pets to move a couple years ago and it broke my heart. *hugs* I hope you get a new place and your puppy back.
Been a quiet reader until now...And I have to say I'm so sorry about you dog, you apartment situation...Mostly your dog...I had a pup -looked a lot like your Harry- and I remember feeling the same way when we had to give her up to move 'cross country... Couldn't find a home for her, tho, so back to the shelter she went... Where we got her from... Anyway...
That doggie looks just just like the one I had once. She was called Quinny. Well, she´s gone too. It´s sad to loose a sweet thing like that.
Hi Shauny, found you through Hoopy....As an amimal lover (I have five) I understand how awful you feel. Those Agents are selfish liars and they are all about $$$. Hope you find your way back to Harry. He must be missing you like crazy :*(
Hugs ~Sandee
I'll send you an Mp3 of a good song called The Pursuit of farmer Michael Hayes. It's about a guy who kills his landlord. I always play it when my past or present landlord make themselves known.
it'll be ok, i bet everything'll work out
and
bastards!
I'm not a dog lover, I prefer cats, but those estate agents are evil. Misleading you like that and forcing you to rehome your dog. That makes me so mad. They'll get their's - what goes around, comes around.
Hang in there.
I hope you go throught he proper channels, those assholes are made to pay you damages and moving costs and you're back with your puppy. I'd be heart-broken without mine. Funnily enough, in 2 moves we've had no trouble finding somewhere to let us have our border collie. Hopefully you'll find the perfect puppy house with the perfect puppy backyard when the time comes.
you ever gonna post again?
That's a good point Joanne made - the agents should be liable for your relocation costs.
Go get'em.
Sorry to hear your troubles - I know how bad it hurts. I hope it all works out okay in the end. Best of luck from a fellow dog lover.
Now you've got me worried. The landlords didn't take your internet access as well, did they?
69 comments!
70 now. sorry.
Well, Krissy, Shauny does seem to still be alive at Romanza!
Still got all my appendages crossed for ya, Shauny.
*hugs* *hugs* *hugs* *hugs* *hugs* *hugs* *hugs* *hugs* *hugs* and then some more
Hey girlfren'...you still out there?
Argh. I turn my attention away from WNP for a couple of weeks and come back to find Very Bad News.
If you're still reading this endless string, Shauny, know that I'm pissed off and sad for you too. Which probably doesn't help. But still.
Damn woman, y'all is one damn fine sexy hellion of a fine-writin' beeyotch, yo.
We all up in Canada think's y'all is mighty fine, babe.
damn. number seventysix. *sigh*
Now that 75 has been reached and exceeded, I feel I should come up with something witty on the way to one hundred. But I can't.
But as you said smutty comments would do instead, I thought I'd give you one.
Alright, that was a pretty feeble attempt at a smutty comment, but it's hard.
Sorry. Perhaps I should stop.
Well, you already know what I think, even though I didn't post it here, but what the hell, I'll help you reach that magical Round Number (75... 80... where will it end?).
I eat bald taco.
SMMMUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUTTTTTTT!
Good Old Fashioned Puppy Smut!
Grouse me rotten, baby!
Whoops Mrs Miggins, I think I've just sat on your apricots.
And as the comments get progressively weirder:
It was a dark and stormy night. Suddenly, a shot rang out. "Ring!" it said. "No wait, my line here is, Bang!" The maid screamed. The butler was fucking her liberally. The cat smiled slyly and the goose ran away with the chicken. Then the murdered shot-receiver fell off the balcony and died again, because it's my story and he can do whatever the bloody hell he wants. The end.
Yep, I've still got it!
thats so sad, i have, or used to have 2 birds and a short-haired tabby and i went out and hung them all because i felt for you. i am so sad
Sad about Harry. :-(
grow up dickhead. how old r u. it is a movie. if u want scary shit in yoir life, look in the mirror for 30seconds. fuck, i'm scared just typing this picturing your ugly crainium looking at u. have a wonderful evening dude.