About six months ago, I was caught up in a bit of a frenzy of wanting to buy a dog for the first time. I've always been an animal enthusiast and, unfortunately for my partner, I am also quite childish, impulsive, and I was just starting to earn enough money for the first time in my life for buying a puppy to become a legitimate possibility.
I began feverishly researching 'oodle' breeders (I am, after all, both mildly allergic and quite basic), drawing up budgets for my theoretical new dog friend, and putting my name down on a lot of alert lists for puppies. Much to my partner's dismay and despite some protestation, I was drawing dangerously close to sealing the deal, putting a deposit down and paying for a small curly guy to be delivered to our house.
There was only one hurdle left, really: alerting our landlord and real estate agent. This proved to be more problematic than I had anticipated. I recalled that, in the original online listing for our house, the owners were open to pet owners, and I guess I had staked my heart on this a little too much, as I ended up missing the clause in our lease agreement that directly contradicted this, stating that no pets were allowed.
When I received the email from our real estate agent that no, I would not be allowed to have a dog living on the premises, I was apoplectic. Honestly, I became more violently angry than I had been in months. Not because I'm extremely anti-authority and despise being told what to do (although, yes, that is part of it) but because the homeowners apparently didn't owe me any explanation. They said no and that was it – and that didn't make any sense to me. After all, the property has a f**king dog door.
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