My dog hates my new apartment

My dog hates my new apartment. 

It's a brand new complex in an expensive Kansas City suburb. The rent is obscene, but I just landed my first big girl job out of college after years of bartending and food service. I feel like I deserved to splurge. It has it all: hardwood floors,12-foot ceilings, shiny stainless steel appliances, and crown molding (whatever that is). The neighborhood is really what jacks up the price, though. Quiet like the suburbs, but right next to a major highway with all of the modern conveniences at my fingertips. I fell in love with the atmosphere right away - bright, busy, and safe.

My little dachshund mix, Maddie, vehemently disagrees with my assessment. She rejected the place from the minute we moved in a month ago. I brought her inside before I started unloading boxes, excited for my best friend to see our fancy new digs. 

“Welcome home, Maddie-girl!” 

Maddie tilted up her nose and gave the air a haughty sniff. She turned in a circle, made direct eye contact, and dropped a massive shit in the middle of the living room floor.
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