The entire house isn't mine. I rent a room from a very cool teacher.
The house has a super old garden that looks just like the secret garden.
And the doggy doesn't belong to me, but I often find him in my room stinking up my bed if i don't make sure that the door is shut properly behind me. He's six years old, his name is Ty, and weighs about 120. He goes apeshit when you say the words: "go" "out" "where's the kitty cat?" "walk" and "leash".<-- all happy reactions except for the mention of kitty cats. I tried to move my kitties in with me, but he bullied them constantly and they were miserable, so I sent them to live in a happier place.
BBQ on my bday if the weather is nice.
I'll post pics of my room later