Re: Re: Just Venting - Jackie

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Hi Jackie,

The man that wrote me the letter knows I'm ill. He knows that is why I had to move in with my Mom. Everyone around here hates him but will not stick up for you because they are afraid of him. He is power happy. I did go to his house and knock on his door. I was enraged but had every intention of being nice to him. He was too much of a coward to answer the door. I went and knocked again the next morning and his wife answered the door a crack. I was very sweet but she told me he wasn't home. She said he was at the gym. Yeah, right, the guy is about 80 something years old. I hardly think that he would be a gym member.

I went to the office and spoke to the man there. He told me to write another letter saying that I plan on being out by the fall and ask for an extension. We will see!

Beth S.crazycanoe1 <crazycanoe1@...> wrote:

Hi Beth; I have dogs that I love also. Mine are Dalmatians. My husband calls them Damnations! hehe So, this is a power issue with these dog-hating condo cronies. It's sometimes difficult to deal with people who are not "dog" people. They themselves seem to be a different breed. My suggestion? Accept it, and be very very polite for your puppy dogs' sake. You don't have to like it, but it's always been my experience that if I'm very very sweet, then the other party has a much more difficult time being the mean ones. And perhaps the powers that made the demand did not know you are very ill. Perhaps they simply hate dogs, and were enforcing a rule. Really, I would recommend direct communication and smiles and politeness and I don't know where you are located, but that Southern

Belle persona does wonders. My dogs thought our nearest neighbor's dog (a cute little foo-foo thing) was a long-haired rabbit, and they chased it, bit it, hurt it, mauled it, and almost killed it. So, I have been in dog conflicts with people, believe me. My dogs usually chase rabbits daily, so I could understand where the Dallies were coming from! I mean, when they told me they thought it was just a rabbit, I understood. The neighbor did not. So, I had to become HUMBLE and use DIRECT COMMUNICATION and go to her on her turf and try to work it out. Needless to say, I paid the vet bill, and the little foo-foo got a lovely gift basket when he arrived home from me and the Dallies. They didn't mean to, honest! So, be encouraged. If you are kind, and you let them know you are disabled with an illness, and that you DO want to leave with your dogs, then perhaps they will realize and have

some compassion. I'm often surprised when I am honest and humble with persons I have conflicts with that it often works out. If it continues to be a brick wall, you might ask if there could be a compromise, and could the powers that be suggest a compromise, as your pets are helping you to heal, and you want to heal quickly so you can leave the condo.OK, I'm not a psychologist; I'm just a dog-loving explant patient...best wishes....oh, also, your vet might have some insight into a compromise also since they deal with dog problems daily....JackieOpinions expressed are NOT meant to take the place of advice given by licensed health care professionals. Consult your physician or licensed health care professional before commencing any medical treatment. "Do not let either the medical authorities or the politicians mislead you. Find out what the facts are, and make your own decisions about how to live a

happy life and how to work for a better world." - Linus ing, two-time Nobel Prize Winner (1954, Chemistry; 1963, Peace)