It’s no secret that I’m ready to get myself into a relationship. I’ve been on websites trying to meet someone, I’ve been actively working on something that I’ve only passively been thinking about for awhile now and I just think that it is time. It’s time I stopped mooching off of other people’s relationships, coveting what they have and threatening to steal their significant other. It’s time I got one of my own.
And of course I’m talking about getting a dog.
It’s a given that when the time comes, I will adopt so I’m spending my free time on petfinder.com basically falling in love with every damn dog.
I think I want an older dog, someone who’s chill, and mellow, but loves a good snuggle. Maybe someone who wants to go on runs? I wouldn’t be opposed to getting a dog jogging stroller, let’s be honest, I’m one of those people.
But god dammit, why do apartment buildings hate dogs so much?!
I told myself when I moved into this apartment that the only reason I’d move would be if a) my landlord jacked up my rent or b) I decided I needed a pet friendly place because I was ready to settle down with a four legged life partner. And I’m so ready to have some of this back in my life that I started actively looking for an apartment that would welcome a dog.
I JUST WANT TO RUB SOMEONE’S BELLY, DAMMIT. No, really, anyway. I talked with my parents about it and while I wouldn’t be opposed to getting a cat, I also realize that basically I’m more of a dog person. Also, my parents would be more welcoming of a granddog than they would of a grandcat (though I keep insisting they would learn to love their grandkitty, Sir Sparkles) so I wouldn’t have to worry about kennels, because it would be time to visit camp grandma/grandpa and let’s be honest I’d rather not leave my little lovebug in a kennel. And let’s be honest, if I showed up at my mom’s with a Maltese it’s debatable whether or not she’d ever give them back to me or just hold on to them and sob, “oh, Coco!”
But for some reason, in DC apartment buildings don’t like dogs. I don’t understand it–I see people out with dogs all the time walking around. They have their dogs in parks, on sidewalks, they throw their happy dog relationships in my face all the time and yet, every time I look at an apartment building I can afford the landlord/leasing agent/real estate agent’s all, “Oh, no, sorry, no dogs. Must hate dogs to live here.” Okay, so they don’t say “must hate dogs,” but that’s basically the message I’m getting. No wonder people lie about having dogs that are for special needs, how else are you going to get a cuddly companion to live with you? Seriously. Plus, there are other places that charge a monthly “pet rent,” and I’m like: Wait a minute, you wouldn’t charge me extra to have another person in the apartment but a dog who doesn’t use any utilities you’re going to charge me for?
I’m inherently skeptical of people who dislike animals, and I question your sanity if you can see a dog and not immediately love them, so I have no idea what everyone’s dog problem is but it needs to get solved now because I’m ready for a little buddy.
Tips for renting with a dog?