Caliope's allergic to Brooklyn.

This weekend Jenny watched the pups. She said nothing too nuts happened, and she saw some promising neighbors. I'm starting to feel strangely hopeful about the neighborhood in general!

Caliope is sick, which is making me sad. She's losing weight, and her tummy's all sorts of upset. I can only think it's because of everything she eats off the ground before I can stop her. This happened the last time I lived in Brooklyn. The vet told me then to give her a diet of pepto and boiled meat, and I'm hoping that works again. Otherwise, I'm going to post pictures of my poor emaciated dachshund on a sign around my building, something like this -

YOU ARE KILLING MY DOG WITH YOUR LITTER - YOU FILTHY ANIMALS.

Then I will force all the monsters who insist on eating their meals standing outside my door, to consume all the food they leave around for my dogs. "Eat the rest of the chicken wing, you disgusting monster. EAT IT"

No hot water again. Luke warm AT BEST. I hope some Winter this doesn't become a habit.