poop!

Literally. But that comes at the end of my story.

It should have been a good day. Painted in the morning, met a friend for lunch and just listened for a long while. Things I'm good at. Home, prepared mail to send with someone returning to the US. Mr. and I met him for supper and we had a pretty good time.

But here's where things get messy. We returned home, and in the landing in front of our door were not one, not two, but three puddles of dog pee and a big pile of poop. This was bad enough, but compound it with the fact that we have had pee and poop in front of our door every day for over two weeks, and it was downright exasperating.

There are about 5 dogs in our apartment building and for the most part, they run free. Two of them are the landlord's. We have mentioned the problem a few times, with no real response.

So, tonight I went out armed with paper towels and cleaning spray to clean things up. NOT happy. Then the landlord's younger sister came up the stairs and asked me what I was doing. Before I knew it I was unloading on her. 

Feeling worse rather than better, I went downstairs to throw all the urine-soaked towels away, and I ran into the landlord herself. So I repeated my grievances to her. She was really rather nonchalant and said she had already approached the other dog owners in the building, but they wouldn't do anything about it.

Frustrated at her lackadaisical attitude, I informed her that if things didn't change maybe we would look for a new place to live, since this building was so unsanitary. She was embarrassed, I suppose, and probably ticked at me, and replied that that was up to us and she couldn't do anything about it if we wanted to look for another house.

So now I'm just mad. She's a jerk, everyone else in our building are jerks, but worst of all I'm a jerk. I am supposed to be bigger than that. Here they are, showing complete disregard for anyone else, and yet I'm the bad guy. And it's true. Because I am supposed to represent Jesus. And I really blew it tonight.

So, I end the day fuming and disappointed.

The cat won't even cuddle with me tonight. I don't blame her.