SPCA Comes Calling

My life, I realised, is always quite drama. When I think all is calm and perhaps a little boring, something will pop up and make me eat my words.

Yesterday, I went home and found a name card from one Lori Davies from the SPCA on my front door with a note asking for us to call her back. I rang her back immediately but it was past 5 so surprise, surprise, no one picked up.

Returned her call this morning and we spoke about 10 minutes. Apparently, someone complained that my prince of a dog has been ill-treated and kept in his crate for too long. Little do these people know that my prince of a dog has his own personal walker who comes daily to take him out for 4 hours for walks and romps in the park with other dogs in my neighbourhood. The lady from the SPCA was most understanding and she just put it down to a misunderstanding.

As you can imagine, I was pretty pissed off and I have a good idea of who complained. There's this Kiwi girl that lives in our basement. (Ha! Now that I've written it down, it seems kinda funny. It's like those little people living under your stairs or something. She's real though. The landlord converted our basement into a studio and she lives there with her boyfriend.) Cooper is such a brat and sometimes he whines in his crate and insists on being let out. Girl-living-in-the-basement addresses the problem by using a stick and pounding on her ceiling. Cooper of course gets more excited and thinks that it's a game so that sets him off.

I'm going to walk (well more like march) over tonight and have a chat (well that's putting it mildly) with Girl-living-in-the-basement and her angst-filled boyfriend. On top of it, I'll have to insist that they pay their fair share of the electricity and water bill. In the past, we were happy paying the bulk of the bills cuz we figured that she's young and just starting out in her career as a florist. We were happy helping her out as much as we can. Well that's all going to change!