So this is Chris’s place, a while back.
Funny how much it’s changed – that far room is still empty (dog fighting room), but the dining room now has a lived-on table & chairs instead of that barstool.
The reason I am posting this picture is because he is in the process of getting hurricane-proof windows. This is awesome because, when we have a hurricane, we can watch it in all its glory right through the windows. No shutters. Weird, huh? Sadly, those pretty divided-up windows are going to be gone. I liked those windows. The bad/good news (depending on how you're feeling at the moment) is that we can no longer hear Oreo when she hops up on the windowsill and cries for us to let her in.
Now the part I’m posting about: contractors suck. They were supposed to start last Monday, maybe be done by Friday. Monday they called to say they wouldn’t show, so the dogs had to stay in their crates until I found this out at lunchtime. They were already sick of the crates from the week before, when they had to be crated due to the pool guy coming, the boat guy coming, and the fact that they chewed off parts of the not-yet-installed (and very expensive) windows. Tuesday they had to stay in their crates until the cleaning lady left them out after they called and said they wouldn’t be coming until Thursday. So then Thursday they worked on the place, who knows for how long. Friday they didn’t show until 4 p.m. THEY SHOWED UP AT 4 P.M. They worked for two hours and left.
Now, Thursday & Friday were one thing; Chris had those days off and was home for most of them.
However, everyone is working this week, and the window guys were supposed to come. And the dogs can’t be left outside; they need to be crated.
So yesterday, I had to DRAG Sebastian out of his doghouse, PUSH him into his crate.. Gretchey was whining sadly and barking at me after I crated them until the time I left the house, which I did nearly in tears because I felt so bad for making them stay in their small crates all long, boring day. I called Chris from the car, livid at the idea that the window guys would not show again -- if the dogs were in their crates all day for no reason, there would be hell to pay (hell hath no fury like a dog mama pissed). Chris went home at lunchtime to check on the dogs and the window guys were still not there. Thankfully, he thought of a solution: the dogs are now leashed up outside.
But oh my god the nerve of these window guys! In seven working days, they’ve special all of something like six hours there. !!!
