I lived on Dubuque Street, Manchester, NH for a little under a year. I met Casey Quinn on a snowy day in February 2015. I hoisted myself up snowy covered granite stairs to view the unit. It had snowed the most of February here in New Hampshire. The unit looked nice although I was very skeptical about living on the first floor. The sidewalks and stairs weren't shoveled and Quinn apologized for not having them cleared. I guess that should have been the first indication that I was going to be in one hell of a ride and that Quinn wasn't interested in being a landlord but rather collecting rent and doing as little as possible to ensure a clean and sanitary rental property for tenants and his 6 year old son.
Quinn appeared sincere; but, I would find out soon enough that my life was about to turn into a poop scoopin' nightmare. Hey it's his property and his dog can shit anywhere. Nothing like sitting at your kitchen table to watch an innocent dog shit while you're eating your dinner. One would think that if a landlord lived a rental building that it would be peaceful, clean and free of chaos. Not true. I moved in and soon learned that Quinn's dog was defecating right outside the door to the entry way that residents would be using to enter and exit the building. And, there it was. Quinn's nicely shoveled rectangular shaped cave in the snow - the perfect place for a dog to shit and pee. Mind you, I don't blame the dog. Zoey is a sweet little brown dog who loves everyone. I soon learned, not only was Quinn's dog shitting all over the ground in front of my rental unit; but, the building behind me on the back side was covered with dog shit from the next rental property.
Stay tuned. And, enjoy a little dog shit with your dinner!
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