Homelessness and Horses

Nick and I have to move to Sheffield in 3 weeks.  Count 'em 1.. 2... 3....!!!!  He starts work April 1st.  This is a HUGE problem because currently we have NO WHERE to live.  We've been planning on going up to Sheffield to view properties on Saturday so I've called about 30 (I swear I'm not exaggerating) properties today to schedule viewings.  Most of them are either already off the market, or more likely, do not allow pets.  The ones that "consider pets" usually stop their considering when you mention you own anything larger than a shihtzu.  It's goddamn dog discrimination if you ask me.  However, Through the grace of God I've somehow managed to score 3 viewings - but the letting agency isn't sure if they allow pets and we have to talk to the land lords about it when we get there.  It doesn't look promising.  In fact, every time Heidi's been naughty today I've been threatening to send her to Battersea Dogs Home with the other unloved puppy riff raff.  It would solve our housing problems.

In between phoning irritating agencies I stumbled across this and thought, "maybe we could just be homeless vagabonds and camp in the English countryside and ride our horses all day with Heidi in tow."  She's never met a horse, and with our luck she wouldn't get along with them, but this seems like our best option right now.

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