The sanctity of my precious roof, the place that has saved me trips downstairs in the middle of the night (when Brenda cries because she has to pee) and endless Swiffer pads (because I can easily rush Brenda out to pee the instant I see she has to go) has been tarnished.
Gretta, my new tiny Min Pin of a neighbor, and her mom were up there the other day.
Luckily, I was with Porter and not Brenda.
I played it cool, but was secretly seething. Now I hold my breath every time I walk up the stairs with Brenda in fear Gretta will be up there again.
Her mom said she was just curious to see if the door was open, and was disappointed the walls were so short, and made it seem like she wouldn't be using it much. It's true I haven't seen her again, so maybe she'll stay away.
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