Dogs.
My building is full of dogs, largely little lap dogs or chihuahuas, the type that you’d expect to see with a lot of the women that live in the area. Some poor worker was shampooing the carpet today, I imagine due to these guys’ urine, as I frequently find the hallway to be littered with wet spots. This is also the case in the elevator, which is particularly disgusting. I blame this mostly on one particular set of residents — neither of whom seems to have any sort of employment, but who, instead, just listen to music loudly, fight and let their dogs run around without leashes, almost forgetting them on other floors. These sorts of dogs are annoying, but their relative silence and cuteness makes them appealing.
On the other hand, someone seems to have picked up a German Shepherd. WHile pretty, this is NOT an appealing dog for a large urban building. It barks and barks all the time. Loudly. I was walking to the elevator the other day, and its owners pulled him out of the elevator, and he turned to look at me, and once again, loudly and frighteningly barked in this vicious sort of way.
Increasingly, my thoughts on pets are rapidly becoming:
Cats > Small dogs > Big dogs
Interesting, given that probably 3 years ago, my chart would have been completely reversed.
