AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I think that it's finally time for Chris and me to go our separate ways. It's really been a long time coming as many of my friends can attest, I'm sure. I'm not particularly bitter, and since we've dragged our relationship on well beyond it's lifetime, I'm not particularly weepy. I'm sad, of course, because there are many reasons that I've stayed with Chris and that I love(d) (when does that end, exactly) him. In any case, the point of this blog is not to drivel on about that, but to complain because I have ABSOLUTELY no idea where I'm going to live. Of course I will bring Larkin with me and I would prefer to bring Bear as well, but I seem to be hitting a huge wall. No one will accept Rottweilers in their rental properties. Even the pet-friendly listings that say they accept all dogs won't accept "breeds determined to be aggressive." This makes me angry on so many levels. In the first place, I need a place to live. But, in the grander scheme of things, my dogs are not aggressive. No Rottweiler that I've ever met that was loved and cared for has been aggressive. They are loving, cuddly, lap dogs that like nothing more than to curl up with you on the couch. Yet, I cannot find a place to live because someone decided that they were a threat. I honestly don't know what I'm going to do. The fact that I want to keep both of them doesn't seem to be the issue. The fact that either of them is a rott is the issue, so two or one, I will run into the same problem.