Lanlady’s Fury

So our broker insisted that the dog would not be a problem with this landlord, and the broker is located in the neighborhood so we trusted her. There is no “no pets” clause in the lease, so Lizz signed it. Apparently our landlady was off on vacation and when she returned and learned we had a dog, she flipped out. She told us we can stay one or two months and she’d return our security deposit. She wasn’t up for a conversation on the matter. I’m pretty sure legally we have the right to stay here, but having a landlord that thinks you snowed her (we didn’t willfully withhold the fact we had a dog, we just didn’t think it was an issue since there wasn’t a lease point to negotiate) is not an ideal living condition. Assuming we can get our broker fee back we’ll probably just start looking for another place. Suck.

3 Responses to “Lanlady’s Fury”

  1. Joe Says:

    That’s bullshit! I think the broker should move out of her place and let you live there until one of her competitors successfully finds you a new pad. You should leave a pile of burning dog shit in front of the landlady’s door.

  2. Scott Says:

    Always with the practical advice, you are.

  3. Mark Says:

    I’d ask her where the local pound is… and tell her that you’re thinking about getting a few more. That should shut her up.

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