When I was 18, I lived in an apartment building like 1/4 from the sand in Virginia Beach. They had restrictions on their restrictions so they could restrict you while you were restricted. It was insane.

My neighbor directly above us had the sweetest pit bull mix in the world named Lola. He used to call her his showgirl, she was amazing.

He got away with it by showing them papers, that he 100% forged, saying she was a pure blooded Staffing Nannyshire terrier. He was so fucking pleased with himself, and I do not blame him. In case anyone isn’t aware, Staffordshire terriers are a related breed to pit bulls (and pit bull is more of an umbrella term for several breeds), and pittys were called nanny dogs back in the day. He just threw some related words together and claimed her breed was originally bred as show dogs, and weren’t closely related to pit bulls. And the apartment bought it hook line and sinker.