I will never have room mates again. When I was 19, my boyfriend and I had two room mates who were also a couple (already bad, but it gets worse). The guy room mate was my boyfriend's childhood friend. I didn't have a problem with him, but his girlfriend (now wife) drove me nuts. During the entire year we lived together, she spoke to me fewer than 10 times, even though I tried to start conversations with her. She was like a mouse of a human being that would whisper to her boyfriend even when we were all in the same room.
About two months into us all living together, they got a cat, even though we weren't supposed to have pets. I didn't mind at all, though, because their cat absolutely loved me and would scratch at their door to get out every morning when he heard me in the kitchen. He was super sweet and wasn't destructive at all (I still love that kitty).
Not long after they got their cat, we found out they also had a dog. My boyfriend and I heard a lot of barking going on, but thought it was our neighbor's Chihuahua, Cowboy, who would bark a lot throughout the day when his owner was gone. It sounded like it was coming from the apartment next door at first, but any time we went into the kitchen, it stopped. We were usually really respectful of our room mates space and never went in their room unless they asked us to get something for them, but we were pretty convinced after hours of hearing barking and it stopping every time we got close to their door that there was a dog in there. So we went in to investigate and sure enough, there's a kennel in their room. It was covered with a blanket, so it was totally dark and the puppy couldn't see. We lifted the blanket and saw a little Dachshund/Chihuahua puppy. There was poop in her kennel and she hadn't been out in hours, so we let her out, took her outside, gave her food and water and kept her company until our room mates got home.
I wanted to scream at them both. I couldn't believe those ****heads were totally fine with leaving a puppy in a dark, unsanitary kennel with no food or water for 8 hours. We figured out she was in there after about 4, so at least she didn't have to spend the rest of the day in there. We found out that the girlfriend's mom and stepmom gave her the pup as a house warming gift. Why they thought it was a good idea to give a puppy that isn't housebroken to someone that works all day and lives in an apartment without a yard, I will never understand.
The guy room mate didn't bother me at first, but he did after we found out about the pup. He kept telling my boyfriend that he'd talk to his girlfriend about finding another home for the puppy, then turned around and told her that there was no way they'd give it up. So, of course, they ended up keeping the puppy and she absolutely ruined the carpet in that apartment. They weren't home all day to take her out, and after we had a serious talk with them, they stopped leaving her in that dark kennel all day, so she just pooped anywhere she felt like it, even on OUR couch, which she ruined.
So in the end, those idiots lost us our $1,500 security deposit (expensive ass apartment, I know) that they didn't even pay part of. They also ruined our vacuum cleaner after they decided that vacuuming up wet, used cat litter that their cat had scooped out of the box was a good idea.
Oh, and that hoe also wrote us a chore list and put it on the fridge because she felt like we didn't clean enough. After her dog ruined the carpet and **** all over our couch. After she ruined our vacuum. And after hardly talking to us for the entire time we lived together. I didn't clean **** after that, unless it was our dishes, or our side of the apartment. They're lucky we even let them continue to use our washer and dryer.
Never again.