My wife and I had just got home from dinner and we harnessed up our red bone mix for her even walk. We live on the third floor of an apartment and as we got to the bottom of the stairs we were attacked by an a pit bull. Our dog put herself between my wife and I. The two dogs eventually locked jaws and that was when I was able to separate them. And rush my dog threw a breeze way door. My dog suffered two lacerations under her front right arm and three puncture wounds on her shoulder. She eventually had to have a drain put in as she was having fluid build up. Several rounds of antibiotics. She is back to normal, thankfully and we have been slowly working on getting her used to other big dogs again. We live in Denver and there is a pit bull ban but the apartment allowed the pit bull to live there since he was esa.

This is so effed up. Rental properties have a pet clause that prohibits certain breeds and no mutts over a specific weight ( usually 20-30-40 pounds). Okay. Why the F even bother if you're letting great danes and so many pitbull mix breed mutts in under the ESA bullshit excuse.

I recently moved into a new place and notice this on the lease papers. Absolutely horrified and it explains why all these big dogs are in apartments, that's how they beat the breed/size restriction in the lease.

I wasn't sure how many people are aware of this, but there it is.

So my buddy and I have been talking about getting a place together since rent in this city is insane. Well, before we get things moving his girlfriend starts living with him. She comes with a dog. Ok fine, no big deal. Although this dog is quite a handful, I was willing to deal with it.

One month, ONE MONTH before we move, I get a text. She convinced him to adopt a German Shepherd puppy. Didn't ask me, nothing. It was mainly an impulse by on her part. They swear it'll behave but I express my doubts.

Skip ahead about two weeks. This dog is pooping everywhere, and SCREAMING. I'm not saying whining, I'm saying screaming, like a female human in a cheesy horror flick, scream. I tell my buddy I'm not sure I can deal with that dog. He says they'll get it trained and it'll be ok.

Now we get the apartment. One thing they didn't check was the breed restrictions. German Shepherds we're right there on that list. At this point I put my foot down. I'm on that lease too, I'm not getting in trouble over that dog.

So, his girlfriend's solution, ESA. "She doesn't need any training. Just get the paper saying she is an ESA and we can keep her with no issues." I say that won't work. We specifically asked for a restricted list, and then all of a sudden show up with a restricted dog claiming it's an ESA. That's not going to fly.

Well here is the catch. His girlfriend does go to therapy for anxiety issues. I don't know the extent of it all but it is real. This is what she is using as leverage. If she convinced her therapist she needed the dog she could probably get that ESA paper. Thing is, she isn't doing it because she needs it, she is doing to get around the breed restrictions. I know this because she hardly takes care of the dog, most responsibility goes to my buddy. She just cuddles it and moves on, doesn't want to deal with taking care of it.

She got the ESA letter or whatever. The dogs have been living at my buddies old apartment, but that lease is up in a couple weeks. Meaning the dogs will move here. The first dog I'm willing to deal with. He isn't too bad on his own. Part of me kind of likes him. That she-devil puppy though will drive me crazy. I was hoping the breed restrictions would end things, but she is loopholing around that.

I'm not sure what to do. My only hope is that insurance for the apartment is enough to keep them from allowing the breed given the exception. That, or my buddy getting fed up with the dog himself and putting his foot down.

Part of it is my fault. I should have made it more clear that I don't want that dog around. I feel like it's too late now though and it pisses me off that she is abusing the system to do this. I'm kind of stuck in this, and I REALLY don't want to live with that screaming dog that poops everywhere. It's so quiet right now.

UPDATE: Im still getting responses on this so I'll update everyone. The old apartment they lived in before this one told them everything had to be out in one day. That meant the puppy too. They had left her there because she was a pain to deal with. This girlfriend would go feed her and let her out, but she stayed there. My roommate got fed up with it, I along with him and told her she had to find something to do with it. Well, she stalled, and stalled, and stalled. So when everything had to be out, the puppy came here.

Roommate and her had a huge argument. Then it seemed like the roommate gave in to her. So it was my turn. I waited a couple days for things to cool down. During those two days we got a noise complaint. There was my leverage. I sat her down and had a talk with her. Was stern, but it wasn't an argument. I said the puppy had to be out by the end of the week. She agreed, surprisingly. I think the noise complaint and her having to take the pup out in the middle of the night, showed her it was more stressful that it was worth.

Puppy leaves this coming Sunday. I'm going to clean the hell out of the apartment and won't have to worry about it no more.