Crazy Dog Lady or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Pearls

I’d like to introduce you to my roommate: crazy dog lady. I found this apartment through craigslist, so I had no way of knowing what kind of person would answer my ad. I got my first hint when I talked to my future roommate on the phone and she told me that she has two dogs because she doesn’t have any children. This alone does not give her the title of crazy dog lady though. She had to meet my friend Stacey before she could be bestowed such a title.

Stacey was kind enough to evaluate the apartment in my absence, as I could not make it to New York to do it myself. I anxiously awaited Stacey’s email, and I was pleased to hear good things, but she also mentioned this little gem:

“She was wearing pearls around her neck that were beautiful and at the end of the visit she told me that they were pearls her first dog (whom she refers to as the love of her life) owned and now that that dog is dead, she wears them.”

I don’t think I need to elaborate on that. The craziness is pretty self evident. But take another look at the picture...