I have had a variety of landlord experiences in my day. In New York – I never met them once, nor did I have their contact information. Next, my parents were my landlords – they bought my groceries. Then, my landlord was a 60 year old hippie who let himself into my apartment at any hour of the day without warning. And currently, a middle-aged anger management case who only communicates by text message and hires “nigel” to all of his work for him – and inconveniently, has a no dog policy.
My roomie was in the market for a pup – and I volunteered myself to warm our landlords icy heart by stalking him incessantly until he agreed we could have one. I started with two phone calls and voicemail’s before resorting to his natural form of communication:
OK.. so not actually potty trained, and not sure how we would protect the floors but…good start. Plus, I was polite. I didn’t hear anything for a few days until my phone rang in Target and my landlord and I had a nice 15 minute phone conversation as I perused the card and gift isle. He encouraged me to get a cat, claimed a dog would ruin the floors forever and no one would ever rent the house again, was intrigued by the offer of a pet deposit, and finally compromised that we could have a dog if we renewed our lease (which is up in September). Definitely a stretch, but I considered it a win. We were’t ready to renew the lease, and I certainly wasn’t ready to make that decision before finalizing my $25 purchase of greeting cards and candy – so, I told him we would regroup and call him back.
Just ten minute later the “dog-hater” sent me this…
Most concerning, who names their dog Daddy?! Even if you adopt a dog that comes with that name…probably you should change it. Secondly, where was this compassion for animals on the phone? Also, isn’t the saying an elephant never forgets? I’m not sure if I have missed the in depth research on the steel-trap-memories of canines, or if Daddy is just exceptionally bright. On another note – slightly shocking that landlord has a wife, but good for him.
Now that my eyes were opened to this compassionate and tender hearted side of landlord I decided to push the envelope one more time…
The emoji puppy as the clincher, I was certain he would cave.
That is the last time I have spoken to him. But next time I do, I will let him know that Daddy is definitely disappointed in his lack of compassion for his puppy brethren.