Also, the roommates' dog crapped in the living room again last night after I had gone to bed. They cleaned it up, but I suspected it from a) the fact that they left the dog loose when they went out, which was inviting trouble, b) my dog sniffing at the floor when we went downstairs this morning, and c) the foul-smelling brown stain on the kitchen towel that they used to wipe the floor AND THEN HUNG BACK ON THE OVEN DOOR. Dafuq????????????? Anyway the boy confirmed my suspicions when he mentioned it to the girl's dad who was just here visiting. Sigh... Well, at least I didn't have to clean it up, for a change.

Barbara: Get a new roommate.

Me: We're aiming to have the girl's father take the dog back. Apparently the obstacle is that since he's not fixed, the dog humps anything that moves (except Her Majesty, who has made her position very clear on this issue), and the father's girlfriend has an elderly lab bitch and doesn't want her having to put up with this horny little bastard. But she, the father's girlfriend, is thinking of having him neutered in what sounds like a fairly near future. Why is the girlfriend of the father of the dog's owner having to take responsibility for this? Don't know. But then she also said if it was her daughter, the girl would be living at home and going to private school, and while I didn't want to say so in front of the male roommate, I couldn't agree with her more. So I think this woman and I are gonna get along.