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The three burros, one horse, 3 rescue dogs and soon to be 15 Americaunas all live just outside of Carson City.
Just bought this run down...wait...there is no word in English for how bad this property was. Think Tobacco Road and multiply by a million.
Let me put it this way: the LISTING realtor refused to enter the 'house'. Really. "Oh, you should just tear it down...I'm sorry but I can't go in there."
Why? Well...the people had over 500 cats. When they left they shut the door behind them...so some of the cats died and sort of melted into the floorboards. The rest did their best to use the three litterboxes.
Until they got knee high to a person and then they gave up and used the hallway. And the living room. And...well, everywhere.
I had ALL three kinds of windows in the front of the 'house' (and I use that term house lightly, lemme tellya). I had: a broken kitchen window with duct tape diagonally across it, a living room window which was a piece of old plywood leaned up against the house sorta near the opening, and I had a really large single paned window that they'd fixed with...white bathroom caulk. Diagonally across a the entire span of it. And even that window was an inch away from its base.
Yeah.
So, I filled 4 dumpsters, 30 yards each with trash. I have two huge burn piles. And I tore out the floor, subfloor, sheetrock, walls...basically just some of the studs and the roof stayed.
But I 'thought' I was saving money by hiring contractors some guy at Lowe's recommended: not. What a mess. Expensive lesson, getting only licensed guys.
And then there's the well problem. And the wiring the high end electrician screwed up. And the plumber I'm about to take to court.
And did I mention that they had over 79 junker cars in the front yard (it's 15 acres) so when the county came and complained the guy got his backhoe out and buried two cars and a COUCH in the front yard, before the neighbors could get the county guy back? You'll be walking across the yard and trip on a carburator or a drive shaft...interesting.
For fun, the guy'd sit on his front porch and shoot out the windshields and mirrors on the junk cars. Yep. Yeeha. So there's glass and metal everywhere.
Why did I buy it? Backs to BLM land. There were two wild mustangs standing in the yard when I drove up. There's a 5 coyote commute every morning past my front gate...it's pretty. But I've blown more money than I have, big time.
So the birds are basically therapy. And the egg'll be nice.
And there was a donkey across the road so I figured no one would yell when mine started braying their fuzzy faces off.
Just bought this run down...wait...there is no word in English for how bad this property was. Think Tobacco Road and multiply by a million.
Let me put it this way: the LISTING realtor refused to enter the 'house'. Really. "Oh, you should just tear it down...I'm sorry but I can't go in there."
Why? Well...the people had over 500 cats. When they left they shut the door behind them...so some of the cats died and sort of melted into the floorboards. The rest did their best to use the three litterboxes.
Until they got knee high to a person and then they gave up and used the hallway. And the living room. And...well, everywhere.
I had ALL three kinds of windows in the front of the 'house' (and I use that term house lightly, lemme tellya). I had: a broken kitchen window with duct tape diagonally across it, a living room window which was a piece of old plywood leaned up against the house sorta near the opening, and I had a really large single paned window that they'd fixed with...white bathroom caulk. Diagonally across a the entire span of it. And even that window was an inch away from its base.
Yeah.
So, I filled 4 dumpsters, 30 yards each with trash. I have two huge burn piles. And I tore out the floor, subfloor, sheetrock, walls...basically just some of the studs and the roof stayed.
But I 'thought' I was saving money by hiring contractors some guy at Lowe's recommended: not. What a mess. Expensive lesson, getting only licensed guys.
And then there's the well problem. And the wiring the high end electrician screwed up. And the plumber I'm about to take to court.
And did I mention that they had over 79 junker cars in the front yard (it's 15 acres) so when the county came and complained the guy got his backhoe out and buried two cars and a COUCH in the front yard, before the neighbors could get the county guy back? You'll be walking across the yard and trip on a carburator or a drive shaft...interesting.
For fun, the guy'd sit on his front porch and shoot out the windshields and mirrors on the junk cars. Yep. Yeeha. So there's glass and metal everywhere.
Why did I buy it? Backs to BLM land. There were two wild mustangs standing in the yard when I drove up. There's a 5 coyote commute every morning past my front gate...it's pretty. But I've blown more money than I have, big time.
So the birds are basically therapy. And the egg'll be nice.
And there was a donkey across the road so I figured no one would yell when mine started braying their fuzzy faces off.