Dog Days & Landlords

It's amazing how many people discriminate against dogs.

I've been looking for a place to live because I'm soon to be out on the street, once the parentals sell off the old family homestead. :)

The wannabe landlords I have encountered thus far have run the gamut in their reactions to the news that I come with furry sidekick:

"Is it housebroken?"
"Does it shed?"
"You will have to chain him up outside..."

Only one potential landlord asked my dog's name (His name is CODY, not "it" thank you!) but unfortunately, his house resembled a frat house and smelled like old socks and damp basement. Sorry, but I'm too old to live like this anymore, so even though you asked ever so nicely about my dog, I'm afraid I'll have to pass. ;D

I finally found a nice place to live. I haven't met the roommates, though, only the landlord. Which brings me to another strange happening.

Absentee landlords who are renting out every little square foot of space in the dwellings they own. This is a throwback to the days of boarding houses ... as were found during the Depression and during WWII. What's the deal with that? I'm finding it more than a little strange, but maybe this is entirely normal and I've just been leading a sheltered life, being lucky enough to live in the parentals house for FREE! HEH-HEH-HEH! I know. I deserve a little bit of difficulty, after my free ride right?