Letter to a landlord
While scouring my e-mail archives for pictures of Scooby in his less-gray days, I ran across the plea I had to make to the landlord of my first Kansas City apartment so that my dog could live there with me.
At the time, Scooby had only been with me a couple of months. He had already established himself as a “marker” – particularly where my roommate’s laundry was concerned. But of course, I didn’t tell this to the landlord.
Here’s an excerpt from what I did tell him:
Scooby is a 7-year-old miniature pinscher. He weighs about nine pounds and rarely barks. In fact, because he’s an older dog, he basically just sleeps all day and snuggles with me when I come home at night. Because he’s a tiny, purebred dog valued at about $500, I would not be comfortable leaving him unattended on the enclosed patio off the apartment. No matter where I move, my plan is to confine Scooby to one room while I am at work (in your apartment, probably the bathroom), taking him outside for a walk over my lunch hour. Living in the apartment I’m interested in would allow us to go for our walks without disrupting other tenants, since the patio gates open directly onto the sidewalk. A pet owner for most of my life, I’ve never had a lower maintenance animal than Scooby. His breed is known for being well-suited to apartment living and he definitely fits that bill.
Note that I also fudged on Scooby’s age. According to his previous owner, Scooby was already well into his senior years (like between 10 and 12). Since that’s a time when dogs are even more prone to having potty issues, I rounded way down.
Yup, I fibbed. I’m not proud of it.
I also assigned a monetary value to my rescue dog for who knows what reason. I think I wanted to suggest that I had high standards or something. (Because everyone who pays top dollar for a pedigreed dog turns out to be a responsible owner, right?)
Well, it worked. The landlord who really didn’t want a dog in his apartment looked at Scooby’s picture and believed my sugarcoated story.
Luckily, at that time Scooby didn’t actually have to spend much time alone in the apartment. Instead, he reported for mascot duty at the newsroom where I worked or he went along to a screenprint shop with my then-boyfriend.
That arrangement saved my first Kansas City apartment a lot of pee stains.
Have you ever had trouble getting into housing because you’re a pet owner? Share your story in the comments.
Posted on August 14, 2012, in Dogs, Dogtography, Random Life, Scooby and tagged dogs and apartments, elderpin, Kansas City landlord, miniature pinscher, rescue dog. Bookmark the permalink. 22 Comments.