Smoke Alarms: Argh
Let me say right now I’m all for smoke alarms, however the smoke alarm in my apartment caused me a lot of problems. I just going to reiterate there was a no-pet policy in this development. Why did I get a dog? Simple. I saw people out of my balcony window that had cats. I reasoned a cat is as much of a pet as a dog, so that’s it. Right or wrong that’s how I reasoned, also I hated coming home to an empty house. You know when you’re used to coming home to a person or a pet and that goes away, sometimes you just don’t get over that emptiness. Things were going as well as they could with me sneaking around with GG. I don’t know if I mentioned this, but is was around Thanksgiving, so it was cold out and this was another thing I didn’t consider when I got this bright idea for a dog. She had to go out for my sanity. It was easier to deal with her “I want to play because I’ve been alone all day” by taking her out for a few minutes. This meant coats, which meant dressing and undressing her. No fun, she hated clothes and to this day she still hates putting on clothes. Okay, smoke alarm. You know how every year usually a housing development will send someone to check the smoke alarm? I had a notice on my door one day that someone would be coming in to check my smoke alarm batteries. I panicked. Wouldn’t you? I had to think they only gave you about a week’s notice. I knew I had to go into my 007 mode to not be found out that I had a pet. I stayed home from work, that was no problem. The problem was that it was January and snowing outside. I couldn’t go out with her even to sit in the car. Well, maybe I could have, now that I’m thinking about. I could have cleaned the snow off the car and turned on the heat, and we could have sat in the car which was parked right outside my building. We could have watched the worker go in the apartment and come out. I just didn’t think of that then. What did I do? I put GG in her carrier, which I placed on the other side of the bed and closed the bedroom door. I turned music on and up loud. The smoke alarm was right outside the bedroom door so when he put up his ladder to check the smoke alarm, I stood right there and started some stupid conversation. I can’t remember what it was. I could hear GG barking. Thank God her bark was not loud. The smoke alarm guy would periodically look at the door, and I’d just keep talking. It only lasted about five or six minutes, but that was a nerve racking experience. I was so happy when he left that I took GG, and threw toys from one end of the livingroom to the other. I was so happy we hadn’t been found out. The doorbell rang and I was wondering who that can be? You don’t visit me without calling first. I picked up GG and practically threw her in the bedroom, no carrier this time, just put her in there and closed the door. It was him back for me to sign a paper to say he’d checked the batteries in the smoke alarm. I will always believe he came back trying to catch me in the wrong. I didn’t let him in because there was no reason he needed to enter the apartment, I stood in the doorway and signed. Wow, that was close. I got away that year with the smoke alarm check, but not so lucky the next time, but that’s another blog. Have a blessed and safe day.