Jan 142007
I have the distinct pleasure of appearing before my building’s Board of Directors in a couple weeks. The building has a rather strict policy on visiting pets, as in “No visiting pets, ever.” And I’ve been a little lax in telling my family that they can’t bring their dogs when visiting. So after the third letter from my condo association, I’ve got some ‘splainin’ to do. A few friends have suggested that I play the cripple card. “This dog was my former helper dog and I just wanted to see her one more time before she dies.” Or “The only pleasure I get in life is seeing my family and their adorable pets.” But I don’t think I’ll go that route. I’m an attorney; I should be able to find a slightly less cynical way to talk my way out of this.
Throw yourself upon the mercy of the court!
Dog? What dog? That was my NEPHEW. He has a rare genetic disorder – Canianitis Hirusitius –
Good luck with that!