If You Give a Mouse a Cookie

If you give a mouse a cookie, the story goes, he will ask for a glass of milk.  If you allow a tenant one small, 10# dog, he will bring in a 40# dog, and then two.  It's true. 

In August, when Courtney signed the lease, she told the property manager she had a dog.  A small one.  We soon discovered it was a 40# black lab mix dog that BARKS!  Now we find Courtney has two dogs that bark in stereo.  We've actually known it for a month or so, but we haven't done anything proactive about it yet. 

Flash forward to today.  Chris, my son, was at the 4-plex painting one of the vacant units.  Courtney, who has been spying on Chris between the slats of the blinds for two days ran outside to tell him "you're going to have to replace the carpet, you know, because of the dog." 

He proceeded to tell her tenants were allowed one small, 10# dog and not two large dogs.  And if the carpets were damaged and needed to be replaced it would come out of her deposits.  "Oh no," she said, "I mean in this vacant unit.  Inez had a dog."  

A.  Inez did, in fact, have a dog.  For two months she had the tiniest chihuahua you ever saw. 
B.  There was very little 'evidence' left behind in her apartment.
C.  Where the heck does she come off "ratting out" Inez, when she has two dogs the size of Manhattan?

Chris called to tell me the story - and we chuckled.  But the big laugh came an hour later when the property manager emailed to tell me that Courtney called to say, "We had to get a (second) male dog because one of my husband's friends said he was going to come have sex with me."  (Cue to barf here. This is not a pretty picture)

The saga will continue tomorrow when the property manager and I confront Courtney.

You couldn't make this stuff up!