Things are going haywire. First, my realtor had been told all week that we were the only offer on the table for the house I want to buy. But then all of the sudden, last night there were “multiple offers” and we were urged to counter with our best offer. I panicked and freaked out, because the whole thing sounded like a big mess with the listing agent playing games with my realtor, and UGH. I am making my counter offer tonight, and they are asked to respond by Monday at noon. It’s also the only offer I think I’ll make on this property, since it’s about $7K more than what I had originally offered. If I don’t get this house, I’m done.
I might go see some other houses in the area on Sunday, just to get a backup plan in place, but I’m starting to feel so weary of this whole ordeal that I’m thinking of just saying the hell with it and renting an apartment somewhere. Maybe the universe is trying to tell me not to buy something right now, for some reason. Maybe I am meant to move out of state soon? I don’t know. Either way, my brain and heart are completely stressed and sick of this.
And then there’s a dog problem. Last night, Olive turned on Hurley and it’s got me all bothered. They were doing so well! Playing and having fun and being sweet, and now Olive is actively attacking poor Hurley for some reason. I thought it was over rawhides, because the first fight happened last night on the patio out back, and when I went to break it up, there was a rawhide lying there. So I wrote that first fight off as a rawhide-related scuffle. But I threw the rawhide away. “If you can’t behave with it, then NO ONE gets the rawhide!”
A little while later, she wouldn’t let him come near the bed when I was going to sleep. And then a few minutes, she jumped down and full-out attacked him and all he was doing was standing in the bedroom doorway. I am stunned, bewildered, sad and depressed about this whole thing. I mean, what the hell is this all about?!
I’m taking Olive to the vet in a few minutes. Maybe she’s in pain or something and that’s why she’s being so bitchy. Either way, I have to fix this. I can’t have it.