“Bruh, we’ve been here four years, but she’s been around for about the last two.
Their first dog was loud, but it must have passed because they got this adorable new puppy, and I guess they decided to potty-train it by just never taking it out and letting it pee on the balcony instead. I don’t know why she’s okay with that, but regardless, WE aren’t.
We grow plants on our patio. They’ve died. We have a patio table. I’m tired of cleaning dried pee off it. She sweeps the poop off the side, and it lands in our grass, and our patio always smells.
We’ve notified our leasing office at least four times (and so has at least one of our kind neighbors), and it stops for a few days. We’ll see her son taking the dog out like a normal human, but then they go back to business as usual.
Since we reported it, she started tossing buckets of Fabuloso to clean it off, WHICH ALSO LANDS ON OUR PATIO (I asked her what it was because of our tomato plant growing there and asked her not to do it again… she apologized but hasn’t stopped).
IT’S SO GROSS, YALL.
I also have a dog. He’s old, and stairs are hard on him; that’s why I requested the ground level unit, so we access our patio 2-4 times a day, every day, and I’m legit DODGING DRIPPING PEE half the time.
It’s a lease violation (to let pets pee within 50 feet of the units) and to keep a grill on their balcony, which they do, which is /technically/ enough to EVICT them, but the leasing office (which has never responded to us, only to our sweet neighbor) says they can’t do anything. We’ve never made trouble for them and always pay rent on time (which we know she hasn’t because they leave the yellow late notices totally exposed taped to the shared mailboxes), so leasing office sucks and so does she!
I haven’t confronted her (besides the Fabuloso incident) because, within a few weeks of moving in, she went around knocking on every unit’s door to ask who had left a note on her car after she’d left it parked in two parking spaces for three days straight. We told her we hadn’t seen anything. She called the police anyway and specifically sent the police to our unit. We legit had NOTHING to do with it. Maybe she figured we had because we were the nearest university students (unless she can hear us through her floor and heard us clowning her about her park job for like a half-hour. If she can hear us talking about her all the time, at least that would explain why she hates us.)”
