Robert

I met the cutest old man yesterday. While coming in from doing more laundry - amazing how dog vomit collects, I saw this old man from the 2nd floor talking to the other blond white girl in my building. He was asking her what floor she lives on, and what apartment she's in. She looked frightened. I liked this old man because he had a wheelchair, but it's like he doesn't like to sit in it so he just uses it like a walker. He has gumption.
I go upstairs, and maybe 45 minutes later this old man is knocking on my door. He had a package for me. But he was so cute standing outside my door. He looks homeless, white salt and pepper hair and long beard. He had on one of those paperboy hats, and I saw him straightening himself before I opened the door, like he was waiting to take me to prom.
A few minutes later, I'm waiting outside his door. He's telling me I can come in whenever I want, and that he hasn't locked his door in 26 years. His apartment is falling apart. It didn't have a proper ceiling. He called it a dump, but it just proved me right that the management company spends all it's money updating the apartments me and the other white girl moved into - yet let the resident's apartments go to hell. Robert, it seems, sits outside while the mailman sorts the mail. And if anything needs signing, he does it for the people in the building. It gives him a chance to socialize. He called me "white girl with little dogs" - I like it.

Caliope still isn't better. We're going to try to take her to the vet as soon as someone calls me back. Jarett did find this on her disease though, which was really educational.
http://www.beaglesunlimited.com/beaglehealth_coccidiosis.htm