Well now, doesn't the sparkling husband primitive live somewhere reasonably close to Santa Barbara?
And hasn't the sparkling husband primitive yelled-and-screamed, and temper-tantrumed, about the homeless before?
And didn't the sparkling husband primitive just get done remodeling a rowhouse he owns and rents out?
One thinks the sparkling husband primitive should put his money where his mouth is, and give this woman and her dogs a home. And if she can't be found, the bobbolink primitive is always looking for a place to live rent-free, and the shadowy primitive, a cab-driver in upstate New York, wants to move.
I think the sparkling husband primitive has the solution to this, right there in his own hands.