Another rental inspection survived. Mr Woof was ropeable, some strange guy coming in and wandering around the house. He firmly believes strangers should either be completely absent or sitting on the couch providing a lap and pats. No other options are acceptable.
Mr Woof used to stop barking once someone came inside the house, but these days he is not happy until they are sitting down. If they stay standing he keeps up the barking.
I had to put up with twice weekly unit sale inspections by voyeurs with too much perfume for over a year. It got too much so eventually I gave up and moved to a new (much better) place. Since then the unit has been taken off the market unsold. Inspections fzuck. Best of luck to you.
Sale inspections would be an absolute nightmare. That sort of nonsense is one of the main reasons I’m looking forward to buying my own house. The freedom to just live like you want to in your own house/
I managed to score the freedom without the mortgage. My brother bought a house, paid it off, then moved to Vietnam. I have a promise from him that I can rent the place as long as I am healthy enough to live unassisted. Given my poor lifestyle choices that should be another 10 or 15 years. A long enough term that I am now working on a fruit orchard to keep me busy. No more flucking house inspections, ever!
Another rental inspection survived. Mr Woof was ropeable, some strange guy coming in and wandering around the house. He firmly believes strangers should either be completely absent or sitting on the couch providing a lap and pats. No other options are acceptable.
My dog is like bark bark bark bark bark. Oh you’re coming in. You must pat me because I’m adorable. He does this to EVERYONE except me.
Mr Woof used to stop barking once someone came inside the house, but these days he is not happy until they are sitting down. If they stay standing he keeps up the barking.
Poor Mr Woof ❤️
I had to put up with twice weekly unit sale inspections by voyeurs with too much perfume for over a year. It got too much so eventually I gave up and moved to a new (much better) place. Since then the unit has been taken off the market unsold. Inspections fzuck. Best of luck to you.
Sale inspections would be an absolute nightmare. That sort of nonsense is one of the main reasons I’m looking forward to buying my own house. The freedom to just live like you want to in your own house/
I managed to score the freedom without the mortgage. My brother bought a house, paid it off, then moved to Vietnam. I have a promise from him that I can rent the place as long as I am healthy enough to live unassisted. Given my poor lifestyle choices that should be another 10 or 15 years. A long enough term that I am now working on a fruit orchard to keep me busy. No more flucking house inspections, ever!