William let out a heavy sigh, staring down at the eviction notice paper pinned upon his front door. "Oh fuck." William groaned while his grip on the paper tightened. Vix whined, pouncing up on William's knee to see what William was worried about. The paper gave them a clear date for when his rent would be due. 7 days. "I swear I remember paying it a few days ago. Did it not go through?" William had an odd habit of talking to Vix, despite the fact that he couldn't speak back. Asking him questions, what he wanted to eat, and such were always met with a bark. "Hah. They can't get rid of us that easily, can they?" He looked down, staring at the goldendoodle. Yet he was met with nothing.

"...Maybe it's just a mix up." William squinted his eyes, leaning in closer to check the name. Unfortunately for him, the name was correct, and addressed to him. William Smith. "Ugh, I feel so embarrassed. What if Linda passed by and saw I was getting evicted?" He asked, his voice going dry. Linda was one of the best people he had met, and lived exactly next door to him. There was pretty much a 99% chance that Linda already knew he was being evicted. "Well...who cares, right? This complex was shit anyway. So dirty." William threw the eviction notice onto the ground. Vix jumped on it almost immediately, ripping it with his teeth. "Wait, no! Don't!" He yelled urgently, attempting to pull Vix away from the paper. Instead, Vix clinged to it like a chew toy. And then, the paper ripped.

"You have got to be kidding me..." William muttered, his eyebrows furrowing. He picked up the pieces roughly, glaring at Vix the entire time. "Bad dog. Now I can't even pay off rent, because you ripped it into pieces!" Vix whined, gazing down at the floor and huddling into a laying down position. William's eyes softened, his eyebrows suddenly unfixing its fury. "It's fine," William smiled. "We can just find somewhere else. I bet theres a lot of other pet friendly apartments out there." Vix's ears went up, his tail beginning to wag.

"Trust me on that." William grabbed his keys, opening the door to his apartment. He shook off his shoes, and hurriedly began packing all his posessions. Vix's dog bed, dog food, his phone, extra food...Just things they might need in case there weren't any cheap pet friendly places. "You ready to go?" William asked, stuffing the last items into his backpack and slinging it over his shoulder. Vix barked, practically bouncing around. The poor dog thought they were just going on a walk. And technically, they were going to do that. Just a really long walk. "Alrighty. Let's go, buddy." William grabbed the last thing he'd need--A dog collar and leash. He adjusted it around Vix, and began walking away from the complex.

"Hey! What are you doing?" A voice called out from behind. William turned around, met with the face of his landlord. "I'm going." William tossed him the keys. "Turns out we just aren't able to live here anymore. Sorry, John."

"Where's your eviction notice?"

"My dog ate it."

"Oh."

The landlord stood there, his lips pressed together in a tight seal. "You could just ask me for another copy, you know." William's eyes gleamed with hope, but then dimmed as he remembered why he didn't try in the first place. "Thanks for the offer, but I don't have enough money to pay it off. I probably won't even have enough by the deadline." William replied, hoping that the landlord had at least some sympathy to spare. To let him and his dog stay for just a bit longer.

"Ah. Well, get out then. If you don't have money then you don't get to stay." Vix and William almost synchronized their expressions, some sort of pouted frown on their faces. "Oh...It's okay." William sighed, containing his feelings as him and Vix walked out the front door. "Don't worry, Vix." He began. "We'll find another place soon. Promise."