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which_chickWe have a tenant claiming protection under the Americans with Disabilities Act for her to keep a "therapy dog" to help treat her "severe depression and anxiety".
The tenant got a four pound chihuahua BEFORE she said anything about the disability. Then (post-dog-acquisition), she asked if she could have a dog. We said no. (The apartment is a second-floor walkup with zero yard and the lease she's been living under for the past two years explicitly says NO PETS in big print. The fact that we're anti-dog should not be a surprise to the tenant. We were kind of surprised that she even tried asking.) When we said that she couldn't have the dog (the dog that was ALREADY THERE), then she raised the "disabiling condition" thing. First we'd heard of it, for realz.
At the moment, she is still pretending that she doesn't have the dog in the apartment. She does. We can hear it barking. Also, M (front desk at the office) had to use her inhaler after tenant dropped off the letter from the therapist and the fistful of internet printouts saying that it was absolutely mandatory for us to let her have a dog under the ADA protections for reasonable accomodation. M is severely allergic to a variety of animals, including dogs. (M has paperwork to prove that she's disabled because of her severe allergies.) If we have to let tenant have her "therapy dog", then we are going to also have to bar tenant from entering the business office b/c it makes M have to suck on her inhaler. Tenant will have to deal with us by mail or phone if she's going to be all doggy like that.
The thing that really, really pisses me off is that she already has the dog. Not sure why we have to pretend that she is doing something OTHER than trying to backdate the permissions for the dog, but whatever. She's an asshat and if she truly has "severe depression and anxiety", I don't see why she doesn't just fucking take Paxil or Zoloft or whatever for the "severe depression and anxiety" like normal people. Goddamn dog is a fucking pet, not a therapy animal, bet you half a dollar, but we have to pretend to take her seriously until we can either prove her claim is false or convince her to move out of a heat-and-water-furnished apartment. *sigh*
The tenant got a four pound chihuahua BEFORE she said anything about the disability. Then (post-dog-acquisition), she asked if she could have a dog. We said no. (The apartment is a second-floor walkup with zero yard and the lease she's been living under for the past two years explicitly says NO PETS in big print. The fact that we're anti-dog should not be a surprise to the tenant. We were kind of surprised that she even tried asking.) When we said that she couldn't have the dog (the dog that was ALREADY THERE), then she raised the "disabiling condition" thing. First we'd heard of it, for realz.
At the moment, she is still pretending that she doesn't have the dog in the apartment. She does. We can hear it barking. Also, M (front desk at the office) had to use her inhaler after tenant dropped off the letter from the therapist and the fistful of internet printouts saying that it was absolutely mandatory for us to let her have a dog under the ADA protections for reasonable accomodation. M is severely allergic to a variety of animals, including dogs. (M has paperwork to prove that she's disabled because of her severe allergies.) If we have to let tenant have her "therapy dog", then we are going to also have to bar tenant from entering the business office b/c it makes M have to suck on her inhaler. Tenant will have to deal with us by mail or phone if she's going to be all doggy like that.
The thing that really, really pisses me off is that she already has the dog. Not sure why we have to pretend that she is doing something OTHER than trying to backdate the permissions for the dog, but whatever. She's an asshat and if she truly has "severe depression and anxiety", I don't see why she doesn't just fucking take Paxil or Zoloft or whatever for the "severe depression and anxiety" like normal people. Goddamn dog is a fucking pet, not a therapy animal, bet you half a dollar, but we have to pretend to take her seriously until we can either prove her claim is false or convince her to move out of a heat-and-water-furnished apartment. *sigh*
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Date: 2008-07-11 11:44 am (UTC)Can you refuse to extend the lease? When is it up for renewal?
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Date: 2008-07-11 12:45 pm (UTC)