The great housing crisis

September 10th was the magic day! It was suppose to be the day we moved into our townhouse and the day our things arrived. Perfect!! Not quite. We found on Monday that our stuff wouldn't come until Thursday or Friday. The night before our lease was to start we went to the townhouse office to sign the lease. Almost there until the dog came up. "And since you don't have a dog, you don't have to worry about this page." We do have a dog, a big one. When we applied for the townhouse back in May we put on our application that we have a dog. Appaerantly that was overlooked by someone on their part. We would have to wait 12 hours before they would tell us if we could live there or not. So, the search began! Sean started looking on craigslist and found a few apartments. The following morning we looked at 3 different places, all in Lakewood, all similarly priced. The third one we really liked. It had 4 floors, 2 patios, 3 full bathrooms and a really nice kitchen! Looks like that was the winner! We signed the paperwork, but it didn't prove to be over. The owners weren't so sure about a dog living in the house. After a few hours, we finally were approved! It was a huge relief. Now our things needed to come! That was another mess, literally!!