Gut Instinct

I haven't always been good about noticing or following my gut instinct. Sometimes I keep thinking that it will be okay even though my gut instinct is telling me that I shouldn't. Sometimes it winds up being okay, but other times it has come back to bite me in the butt. I hope this isn't one of those times where it comes back and bites me in the butt.

So today I feel I was painted into a corner by my roommates. Figuratively speaking, not literally. As you know I have been having a hard time finding a roommate to replace the one that left me high and dry. Well originally we had worked out an agreement where one roommate was going to move into the master bedroom at a discounted price because she couldn't afford the original amount and we were going to find someone to fill her room. Well today I find out that two girls really want to move in asap. One I am totally cool with. The other while she is a really cool girl . . . she has a really big flaw. She owns a dog. She promises that she nor the dog will be around much and that the dog is really clean because she is a dog groomer. Also it is supposedly the least allergenic dog that you can get. (one roommate is slightly allergic, but this same roommate is pushing for this girl to move in) so less dander and stuff. The dog is 11 years old and is really mellow. It is also blind. It is fully trained and it only barks like a few seconds when someone rings the doorbell. She promises that the dog won't go into the main rooms. While all these things are great, the fact is . . . she still owns a dog. Is someone getting something I'm not. Why are my roommates pushing for this since this was the reason one of my original roommates moved out about 9 mos ago.

While they told me that it was up to me . . . and she did say that if it wasn't working out feel free to kick her out. I still felt somewhat pressured and obligated to go along with this agreement. Hence the feeling that I was painted into a corner.

My gut instinct was telling me earlier today it wasn't a good idea, but being the pushover that I am. I gave in. Hence . . . I sure hope this isn't one of those times that it comes around and bites me in the butt.