Obviously I can't let her and Jaime move out, so my next options are pretty limited. I can ask my parents if they'd be willing to take care of Padfoot, or I can find a new place to live with Padfoot. This really sucks because one of the main reasons that I decided to live HERE was because I could bring Padfoot with me. My other options from before have now been taken.
It's really so stupid really, because as much as I hate to say it, Padfoot isn't the problem. Keaton, their dog, is. Yes, the two of them get riled up, but Keaton is the insane barker. Padfoot's older (Keaton is a puppy), and he's a poodley mutt. Keaton is a hyperactive, extremely jumpy and scratchy Jack Russell puppy.
If I do end up living here without Padfoot, I'm going to be pretty upset. I love my dog so much. Living back home with Kelev would probably be good for him though. When he and Keaton are rough-housing, Padfoot ends up with bruises and scars from where Keaton bites him, on the neck and on the ears. That can't be healthy. He and Kelev always got along really well. I'm just scared that if Padfoot goes back to live with my parents, my dad will get mad that I'm not taking care of him, and that "he didn't sign on for this" and want to take him to the humane society.
I really don't know what to do. I don't want to move out-- I do like this place. But I like this place with my dog. And that's not an option anymore.
I haven't signed a lease (we talked about it, but I just realized it hadn't happened yet) so it's not like this is a breach of contract, kicking my Padfoot out.
This was originally going to be custom filtered so my roommates couldn't see it-- but obviously you guys can. I'm pretty bad at confrontation, and I know we didn't get much of a chance to talk about all this last night.
In other horrible news, I still have absolutely no voice.