Years ago I lived with two roommates and one of them had a boyfriend who bought her a puppy. This puppy peed and crapped everywhere but they were too busy having frequent noisy sex to clean it up. I was getting ready to leave the country (and this apt.) and had left my job. The boyfriend came by one day when she was at work and erupted in an unbelievable rage AT ME for not cleaning up after the puppy! I left and went to stay with a friend. My roommate never acknowledged that he had been out of line. Of course, she married him and it was a disaster. I just saw her for the first time in 35 years. I realized I never knew what happened to the dog.