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The Cheyenne Story - part 8 - Moving:
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The following summer, we had to move. Stephanie was not working, and my job moved from downtown to the suburbs, effectively tripling my commute. Add to that the fact that we were seeing that the area was getting really run down, something that we hadn't really noticed before spending so much time walking Cheyenne through the streets and alleys of the neighborhood.
We were set to rent a house, and had everything set to go, including movers and everything, when the whole thing fell through. To make a long, ugly story short, we had roughly two weeks to find a place to live. Fortunately, as I mentioned, Stephanie wasn't working, so she was able to work full-time to find us a new home.
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And it definitely was work to find an apartment. She got all the newspapers, called all over, and frequently loaded Cheyenne in the car and drove from suburb to suburb, looking for a place for us to live. Unfortunately, part of the problem was Cheyenne.
Apparently, having the sweetest dog in the world in your family is actually a detriment when trying to find an apartment. There were many apartments listed in our price range, but very few would allow dogs. To this day, this floors me! I understand the risk in renting to a family with a dog, but I've known plenty of kids who were more destructive than most dogs!
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There was also a funny bit where Stephanie got a line on a nice apartment, in a building that would accept dogs, but only ones up to 30 pounds. Cheyenne at the time was a little over 60. I told her to call them and tell them that we had two dogs at 30 pounds apiece. She decided to go another route.
We finally wound up in Brookfield. Stephanie had taken to loading Cheyenne and I into the car every morning, driving me to work, then driving around all day looking at apartments. She picked up a local paper at a 7-11 in LaGrange, and called a listing that was in there.
The new landlord was great. He had two large dogs, and said that he would not like someone telling him he could not keep his dogs, so he had a hard time telling anyone else that. The apartment was great, the neighborhood seemed good, and it was available immediately. The move went well, thanks to Stephanie and Cheyenne, and we were officially suburbanites.
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