Retirement and Dogs Part 7


Another Year Another Smoke Alarm Check

The time was passing, and there were really no incidents that caused me problems. GG was on the job of being my matchmaker, and I was in a daily routine. All was good. I had forgotten that, each new year meant another smoke alarm check. When I saw the notice in front of my door, I knew it couldn’t be good. I went into the house slowly. For some reason, I could feel myself sweating. I hadn’t even read the notice and all of this was happening. I greeted GG half heartily, and put the notice on the table facedown. I would let it wait until I took her out. I bundled her up in her coat and put her in the carrier. I didn’t worry about people seeing her anymore. I think I just didn’t care. It was cold, so we didn’t go far; a short drive to the little shopping mall, and in ten minutes, we were back in the warm car. I drove home like a person taking their last walk to be executed… very slowly. I realized that I might as well get this over with. I’m now trying to understand what I was so afraid of, and I actually can’t tell you. When you are doing something wrong, anything out of the ordinary kind of spooks you, because you figure you’ve been found out. We finally got home, I undressed GG, showered and changed, and got our dinner. I settled in for the night, so much so that I almost forgot about the dreaded notice.

I sat at the table and read it. It’s smoke alarm time again. I had 7 days before someone was coming in. My thoughts were going faster than I could process them: “What was going on at work that I needed to be there?” “What was I going to do with GG?” GG was bigger and didn’t like to be in her carrier. She barked more loudly now and her playfulness had gone up a notch – no, make that 10 notches. I sat there for what seemed like a hour, but when I finally came to my senses, only 10 minutes had passed. I tried to go to sleep, but I couldn’t, and this time I couldn’t blame GG; it was the notice.

I want to tell anyone who has just gotten a puppy and has to work, to plan on not sleeping much. I had been sleep-deprived since getting GG. I got more rest on the train back and forth to work than I did at home. Whenever I fell asleep, I would feel this little paw hitting me in the face. She wanted to play, and it would be 1am in the morning; she didn’t care. She thought that she was being helpful by being my alarm clock, except the time she thought I should get up was nowhere near the 4am I had to get up. Anyway, back to the smoke alarm.

I had a big problem. I couldn’t take off work that day, because I had a supervisor’s meeting. I just had to pray that she would be quiet. The days went by quickly for some reason. It was a probably my imagination; before I knew it the dreaded day had come. I decided to leave her out of the carrier and leave the television in the bedroom on. I left for work, not knowing what was going to happen when I got home. It was a long day at work and the clock didn’t seem to move. Finally, it was time to leave work and get the train home. When I got home, I don’t know why, but for some reason, I opened the door slowly and walked very slowly up the stairs. My heart was beating fast. I guess that I thought management would be sitting in the living room with GG. When I got to the top of the stairs, I started looking around for GG. I forgot that she was in the bedroom. She was hiding under the bed. I had to coax her out. I did wonder if something had happened, because she seemed scared. I held her tight and started our at  home play session. She snapped out of her fear, and I forgot all about the smoke alarm check. We went back to our routine and all was good… or so I thought.

It was about 2 weeks later, and again, there was a notice in front of my door. I wasn’t worried this time, because there wasn’t anything going on that I needed to be at work for, and I had started working from home. When I got into the house and read the notice, I sat down on the first chair I reached. GG had been discovered, and management wanted to see me. I was pissed at the same time as I was scared, because there were people who had cats. The next day, I went to the management office, and of course, they said they had a policy of no pets, and my dog would have to go. I informed them that there were a number of people who had cats and even dogs. They weren’t hearing that. I left without saying yes to giving up GG. I went home and researched the pet policy in all of their developments, and discovered that cats weren’t allowed either. If they were going to say I had to leave, then what about the people with cats? I wasn’t giving up GG, but I wasn’t stupid either. I thought it was a race thing.

The next day, there was a knock at the door. I put GG in the bedroom. It was the man in charge of the development. He went on tell me about the development’s pet policy, and I told him about the cats. I threatened to call the newspapers and report their unfair pet policy. While I was threatening him, GG was scratching to get out of the bedroom. I may have been wrong, but don’t pretend like other people aren’t doing something wrong and you’re going to ignore it. We came to an agreement that I would leave, but I had 6 months to find another apartment. He asked me to keep her out of sight, because he didn’t want other people getting pets. I agreed. I didn’t care what I agreed to. After he left, I wasn’t hiding her anymore. The hunt for a pet-friendly apartment was on! But you’ll have to wait for the next blog. Be safe out there.

Author: Retirement and Dogs

I retired from the Defense Dept after over 30years. I serviced in the United States Army and was stationed at Ft Hood and Wildflecken, Germany.I live in Florida enjoying the hot weather and sunshine. I have two Shih tzu dogs Gg and Mason that spend their day trying to make me wish I was still working.A good aspect of retirement is being able to what I wanted to do instead of having to do. The what I wanted to do is write children’s books. I enjoy reading and gardening and many other activities.

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