Restriction

"Crap," he sputtered. "The application ... they have breed restrictions." "OH NO!" came the response. "I am getting SO tired of this! There was NOTHING - literally nothing - mentioned about this online and they're already holding the place for us!" They looked over at the little spud, rolling around the floor and bounding gleefully from thing to thing. "Well, we could lie," he eventually said. "I mean ... we could write up something about a likely mix ... play the "mutt" card ... take our chances. All they really care about is getting the rent on time." "But do we want to pay for that kind of discrimination?" was the next question. "We are running out of time to find a place and ... and we have to be realistic. I suppose we could look at the lie as fighting the system from within." His partner groaned, but nodded. They'd say it was a Martian mix with Yelm and Vix strains that gave the features an oddly Earther look. Fair or unfair, no one wanted earthlings anymore (the rescue had warned them and they'd accepted it).