Last night, Katie revealed that she’d like to park a camper on the property here to live.
Me: What about electric, Katie?
Her: I can run a generator.
Me: Septic? Water? Your 500 DOGS??
Her: Ummm…
Katie has to move. She has no other choice. Her POS walked out leaving her with a boat load of expenses that her income can’t sustain. I’ve told her I have room upstairs for her to stay as long as she wants. But I’m not doing more dogs. Not even ONE.
Not going to happen.
I can’t imagine any scenario that puts 4 barking dogs in a fence where I have to listen to them bark. Ain’t gonna’ happen no matter how good she is at helping out around the place.
