Homeless With Six Dogs

"On that fateful Saturday, around 12:30 pm, the landlady’s handyman, Aidan, a tall white-haired man with whisky breath and a Cockney accent waited for us to leave by the gate of what used to be my house. He was armed with new locks to replace the old ones. He also waited for the sheriffs, and animal control to arrive, or so he said when he had called me from his cell phone right before he arrived. I suspected that he had mentioned the sheriffs and animal control so that he could scare the shit out of me, so that he could get rid of me faster. I had prolonged my stay in that house for as long as I could. What do you do when you and your dogs have nowhere to go?"