Yeah, so, why do apartment owners hate dogs?
David and I are going to have to move eventually into a bigger apartment with the little spawn on the way, so we are casually checking the apartment listings in San Francisco. And, the no pet thing really pisses me off.
My dog, Homer, is not nearly as loud or messy as a kid, yet every apartment will allow a kid. My dog doesn’t write on the walls or bang toys on the hardwood floors. He doesn’t cry in the middle of the night. He doesn’t throw food around. Sure, my dog barks sometimes, but I suspect it’s not much louder than a baby crying at 3 a.m., or a 4-year-old losing his shit because you turned off “Yo Gabba Gabba.” Yet any apartment in SF would take us and our little apartment-destroying monster without a second thought. But, if I walked in with a nine-pound wiener dog who spends most of his time curled up on the couch sleeping, I would be either forced to pay a hefty pet deposit or shown the door while the landlord explains his “no pets allowed” policy.
If an apartment does allow pets, it’s usually cats. Cats, yes; dogs, oh hell no. WTF? Cats shit in your apartment! Sure, they use a litter box, if you’re lucky. My dog does his dirty business outside. Cats claw furniture, hang from drapes and smash mini-blinds. Other than get his nose prints on the window or rolling on his back on the carpet, my dog doesn’t really make a mess around here.
Sure, yeah, I know that not every dog is as well behaved, but not every tenant is well behaved, yet landlords still rent to people knowing the tenants will have to pay for any damages they do to the apartment.
All I am saying is give dogs a chance.
Come on, SF landlords. Look at this face!
And while I’m on the subject of apartments and landlords, they are clearly delusional about what their apartment is worth. We are not, I repeat, NOT going to pay $3,000 a month for a two-bedroom apartment in Potrero Hill with tiny bedrooms, no closets, no storage, an electric stove and no laundry. You’re high. It’s laughable and greedy.
You know what’s sad? Someone will totally pay that. But, it won’t be us.