Amber wasn't home much. She was working several jobs, processing papers for an accountant and waitressing at night. When she noticed that little things in her apartment had been moved, she'd chalk it up to exhaustion. One night she got a call from her landlord saying that her bathroom was flooding. And my downstairs neighbor was getting rained on in her bathroom. So I came home and we came in my apartment and I opened up the bathroom door and my puppy was in the bathroom sink. Was there water all over the ground? Uh huh. It was a big mess. But there's no way she could have gotten into that sink. The toilet was far enough away from the sink