So the boyfiend and I found a house for rent that we're absolutely in love with. We're signing the lease tomorrow, moving in May 1st. We're super excited. The house is really great, utilities are included in the price and there's a big old reptile room for my little ones.

They are making us pay a $200 non-refundable "pet deposit" because I have a cat. Mind you she's spayed and almost 12 years old, and the house has hard wood floors. So it's not like she's going to spray or or scratch anything up. She loves her cardboard catnip scratchers way too much to think about scratching anything else... Yet no matter what, we will never see that $200 again. So I said, screw that. If I'm paying $200 pet deposit, I'm getting a dog!

Myself, I'm totally in love with Rottweilers. Have been since I was a wee one and my friend had a huge rottie named Gator. The boyfiend likes goldens. So I figured since he doesn't bat an eyelash when I tell him I started payments on another snake, or when I tell him I want to get chameleons and monitors and boas and etc, etc, etc... That he should get to pick the dog. He's also pretty partial to rotties, mastifs, bulldogs... We both agree we just want a BIG dog. Yesterday we went to the shelter (there's only one around here unfortunately) and looked at all the dogs. I cried like a little girl with a skinned knee the whole time we were there. It was so sad, especially the dogs that are like 8 years old because you just know they're going to spend the rest of their lives there.

There were a couple dogs we liked alot, both were older. But unfortunately neither of them were good around kids, and I have 2 little nephews that I spend alot of time with. Actually almost none of the dogs there were approved for homes with kids under 10. So that was kinda a bust.

So last night I was at work, and I happened to be telling somebody about the shelter and a customer asks what kind of dog we were looking for. I said just something big, so she says that she has 2 rottweiler puppies left after selling like 6 already, and so she was willing to give them away really cheap just to be done with it I guess. Basically for the cost of the shots she had gotten them. So I start freaking out, the boyfiend agrees to a rottie, I start rationalizing to myself that it's okay to get a puppy from someplace other than a shelter as long as we get him nuetered... I was seriously jumping up and down, wigging out. I have ALWAYS wanted a rottie.

So today I was sitting here looking up info on training rottweiler puppies, and as I'm like mid-paragraph reading something or other about Rottweilers, my phone rings. It's the landlord-to-be and she changed her mind. She says we cannot have a dog.

I'm SO angry. If it wasn't for the shelter saying that we needed written permission from the landlord to adopt a dog then I never would have asked her about the dog to begin with. I would have just gotten a dog. If it doesn't say in the lease that you can't have a dog then they can't do anything, right? But now she has plenty of time to add it to the lease, which we are signing tomorrow. I'm so dumb. I should have just held my tounge and not said anything about it until after we were moved in.

We were so excited. It would have been perfect because my days off of work are Monday and Tuesday, my boyfiend's are fri, sat & sunday and we work different shifts. So the puppy would never have to be home alone. And there's a cemetary next to the house where people walk their dogs all the time, and I could even bring him to work with me. Everyone brings their dogs here.

Booooo!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm so sad!!! I wish that I wasn't so in love with this house.

Sorry for the super crazy long post.. I needed to vent.