Our first stop was to see the house we had put a deposit down on for the summer... My first thought was, "it smells like camp," and not the fresh, clean, outdoorsy smell of camp, instead, it was a musty, dirty, stale smell. It was a one-room, tiny guesthouse that didn't even have the bathroom completely blocked off from everything else (which = no privacy ever). Yuck.
Fortunately, through some divine intervention, we were exploring the Los Alamos town square and found a rental property company that had a duplex that allowed dogs. Hallelujah! We looked at it, it was clean and we signed a lease right away. **Cue the heavenly choir of angels.