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Monday, January 31, 2011

Apartment dogs are the worst

I’ve been renting for a few years now, so it’s safe to say that my sample size of apartment dogs I’ve encountered is large enough to generalize. So here it goes: dogs that live in apartment complexes are the absolute worst.

Virtually every time I see a dog in or near an apartment complex they are horribly behaved. They bark constantly, don’t obey their owner and are spastic to the max. In all fairness, it’s not the canine’s fault. It’s 100% the owner’s responsibility. In most cases, these poor pets are kept inside a small apartment (often times an even smaller closed-off area) for the entire work-day, only to be let out for about five minutes while their owner walks them down to use the bathroom. I don’t blame the dog for freaking out once it finally does see the light of the day. They’re not only incredibly anxious to tee-tee-potty, but have craved human interaction since 7:00 in the morning.

I guess I just don’t get it. Why get a pet if you never have time to play with it? I understand recent break-up’s can make someone lonely, but c’mon. I’m seeing it more and more, this unwritten rule that you’re supposed to acquire a pet the second you graduate college. “Oh, a dog would be fun to have!” But at the expense of the dog’s sanity and overall well-being?
The arguments against me here are abundant in nature. Perhaps many are adopted and rescued, and I can’t argue against the notion that their home at an apartment is better than being put down. I also know there are rules to the exception, and that there are plenty of dogs much happier in apartment complexes than at houses with big backyards.

What irks me are those who hastily purchase a dog with no idea of the commitment involved to care for it. Hence why I (personally) have no dog at this point in my life.

This post is dedicated to my family's dog, Sadie. A spoiled little Cava-Poo who is lucky enough to have a big backyard, a big house and a work-from-home owner.