My new roommate is moving on. His wonderful dog Molly, who I have become very fond of, can't control her bowels. He's found a place with a fenced backyard for her, which is what she needs.

I tried to step up and volunteer to walk her, but the general consensus is that I can't handle her if she gets aggressive with another dog. She's staying home with me tomorrow so I will enjoy her while I can, and then they will be gone.

But walking her around the neighborhood is out of the equation, so I will just give her some love, which she enjoys, let her shit where she wants, and wait for the next possible roommate to enter the scene.

Hey, I'm grateful for a roof over my head, other than that I control nothing.