Something's always missing

When I moved into my apartment, my landlord told me specifically- NO DOGS. Of course, I brought a dog that is built for snowy German mountains into Arizona. She sheds. A lot.

Landlord is coming tonight to check out the apartment, so I spent last night feverishly denying existence of dog (simple removal of feeding dishes, toys, treats) and cleaning the place: vacuuming, mopping, cleaning under the glass in the coffee table, scrubbing the baseboards, completely annihilating any fiber of dog hair in the entire place.

In the process I clogged the bathtub with her hair, so late at night I went to Target to get Drain-o. I spent the rest of the night wondering what I had forgotten. It was a sleepless night.

And then it happened: After giving him the keys to inspect the place, I realized I had forgotten to transfer the dog dishes, toys, and treats from the landing to the car.

They will be right next to the welcome mat, when he arrives.