As a truly impulsive consumption by young people, he bought a Haschie at a pet store last month at 1600 and was driven by the landlord three or four times for six months, and said that if we don't get rid of it, let us move. We rented a basement, and it was cheap and cheap, and it was rented in space, and it cost more than 10,000. At the time of the lease, 1600 had been raised by 400 for three months because of the lack of a contract for renovation, which was particularly disheartening but impossible. It's full of garbage. It took two days to clean up. It's a good thing to be renting for two years, because the rents are rising every year, from the original 1100 third room to 5,500 now.
So, half a month ago, I hung up a picture of the dog and wanted to sell it at half a price, and I didn't think, especially optimistic, that there were more than 50 people asking each day, basically for a price, or for a video or something, for a price, not 100 – 200 – and talking about a really bad price, and I didn't think that a month ago, all the dog food that I bought was 300 bucks a pack, and it cost him over 2,000 bucks a week. Not so much money. Because I don't like dogs, and my husband loves them, and his friends like them, I'm determined to sell them, and the landlord says we're fighting over it again.
