But peace is fragile when people don’t understand what they see.
A few weeks later, I got a letter from building management. Someone had complained—a “dangerous dog” in the complex. Their child was scared. The letter gave me a choice: remove the dog or face eviction.
I wasn’t giving him up. Not this time.
The next morning, I started making calls—tenant rights, pet policies, emotional support exemptions. A woman named Marcy from a local shelter told me to fight back.Continue reading…