Well I've moved back into my parent's place. The owners of the place I was house-sitting are coming back soon, anyway, but I just had to get out of there. The dog was driving me nuts. I was scrutinised by it every second. Even when it was locked out it was sitting at the back door watching me through the curtains and listening to me type. Every time I got up to go to a different part of the house I could hear it run in through the pet door in the laundry.
I'm off to Melbourne next week to take care of my enrolment details at VU, so I figured I'd get a coupla nights of good sleep before I had to do the trip, which is the main reason. Still, it's kind of humbling to feel defeated by a tiny dog.