So, yeah, we've been looking for a place to live for awhile now. We have two things going against us: the fact that we want a decent place for not-a-lot-of-money, and the fact that we have a Nala.
After we've pre-screened a place that we think we can afford, the phone call goes something like this.
Me: "Hi, my husband and I are interested in renting an apartment/house/duplex/townhouse that we see you have for rent. Can you tell me what the current rent rate is and what the security deposit is?"
If the prices seem doable and reasonable, I then take a deep breath and say: "And what kind of pet policy do you have?"
So far, this has gone one of two ways.
Renter: "We don't allow pets" or "We don't allow dogs" or "We allow small, non-aggressive dogs."
Today, after many, many of these calls, my conversation ended kinda differently than it has in the past.
Renter: "We allow small, non-aggressive dogs."
Me: "What do you consider small?"
Renter: "Under 50 pounds"
Me: "Oh, ok, sad."
Renter (seems like she would consider still): "Well, what kind of dog do you have?"
Me: "Well, she's a really sweet, submissive mix."
Renter: "What kind of mix?" (probably realizing that since I didn't say, I know it's one they wouldn't allow)
Me: "Well, she's got great dane and boxer mainly... and ... pitt bull." (I really can't lie!)
Renter: "Well, yeah, sorry, we can't allow that type of dog, since it has pitt."
Me: "That's ridiculous! That's RACIAL PROFILING!"
Renter: "uh, hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha"
Me (after realizing how retarded I just sounded): "hahahahahahahahahahahahaha... sorry, hahahahahah, it's just kinda frustrating. She really is a nice dog. hahahahahahahahahahaha Oh well, have a nice day."
I hadn't laughed that hard in a long time, and it felt so good. Even if it is still frustrating, I can't believe I said something so ridiculous.