Geez! So Rita is telling me that she told Tony that I didn't bring Pino because he thinks Pino is sick. Why the hell can't she just tell him the effing truth? So now I'm supposed to say I just brought him there the last day. Like I'm really going to be able to get rid of all the Pino fur and stuff. And worst that means they won't be keeping him there which means he'll have to do the stairs several times a day and I'll have to pray it won't kill him. My Poor puppy.
And God only knows if or when their tenants are moving so I'll just have to have faith that I'll have a place to live by mid-August.
I haven't heard from Anthony since Sunday and Karla's not returning my calls so I have no idea how my boy is doing. And Carol is leaving Saturday or Sunday and that will be the end there and I really hate all this.
In spite of everything I keep telling myself that life is good, it's wonderful.
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