Doggy-fizzle

I may have found a new place to live. It's in a crackhouse. Just kidding, it's more of a stoner pad. When I went to see it, there was a coffeemaker draining resin sitting on the kitchen floor, posters for Marley and the Dead on the walls, and guitars and porn everywhere. And that shit's all staying, cause we're moving in with Chris.
My dilemma is this: see that dog up there? Thats mine. His name's Freddie. When we agreed to move in, Chris said his lease states that pets are ok on an "approved" basis. When he called this morning to double check, he was told pets in their other complexes are sometimes permitted, but not on his street. Should I give my dog up? I've had to give up three pets already, I'm not willing to do it again.






