Busted!

Our housing agent left a disturbing voicemail on my cellphone yesterday saying that the owner of the house found out that we have been keeping a dog on the premises and was (to quote the agent) livid!

Crap. Cooper we've been busted!

Apparently, the father of the landlady came by last Sunday to tend to the grapevine that he planted in our garden and saw Cooper happily prancing around. We were on the flight back to Auckland then and Yuko (a friend who's staying with us for a couple of months) didn't know any better. He must have called his daughter and ratted us out.

So we're waiting on the landlady's decision on whether she wants us out of the house. I guess Cooper has been feeling rather bad about the whole incident since I caught him today at the laptop tapping away with a serious look on his face. Coopster was scouring the internet for dog-friendly accommodation in case we get thrown out of this house.

He looked so apologetic, I didn't have the heart to yell at him for using my laptop without permission!