Dear Robin: My Biggest Pet Peeve
Monday, November 24, 2014
A good friend of mine “Pam” recently bought a small dog “Kiki” and started taking her everywhere. She bought a “service dog” vest for the dog but Kiki isn’t a service dog. Now every time we have lunch, go shopping etc. she brings this dog with her.
Pam also spends more time playing with the dog and taking its picture than she does talking to me. I’m starting to get really annoyed and when I suggested she leave the dog at home the next time we got together she was offended.
I’ve known her for 15 years and really enjoy her company but the past 6 months have been about nothing but this stupid dog. How can I wake her up to the fact she doesn’t need to bring her pet with her everywhere?
Everyone who knows me knows I am a big dog lover, but this type of behavior is not OK.
I emailed you to get some detail and you told me not only was Pam divorced a year ago, but she doesn’t work (never has; never will, poor thing) and her youngest child left for college in September. Pam’s nest is empty and I suspect she is very lonely and bored.
My advice to you comes in three parts that can be administered simultaneously. I’m all about the one-stop shopping! Please stay tuned after the advice portion of our program for a good-old-fashioned rant.
1. Ask her to join you for lunch and tell her you’d like it to be just the two of you, no doggies. If she shows up with Kiki, the conversation will have a very natural beginning. If she doesn’t, I’m betting she will ask you why you requested she leave the dog at home and thus the gate for this tricky talk will be opened.
2. Express your concerns as you did to me that her dog has become the unwanted third wheel at what used to be fun girlfriend time. Explain that her constant playing with and photographing of Kiki is distracting and annoying and takes away from your full enjoyment of her company.
3. Now for the tough part: ask her if she is OK and if she is not, how you can help. Tell her you have considered the recent dramatic changes in her life and you wonder if she is lonely and floundering. Be empathetic and relate to what must be a tough period for her by sharing something difficult and similar situations you have gone through.
Ask questions. Listen to her responses with an open mind and open heart. Offer help.
Tell Pam that if Kiki has the right temperament, she can be trained as a therapy dog and once that training is complete Pam and Kiki can volunteer at local hospitals, hospices, etc. Dove Lewis has a program you can check out here.
This wonderful volunteer work will help fight Pam’s loneliness and boredom, includes her beloved Kiki, and has the added bonus of doing something kind and selfless for others. There’s nothing quite like volunteer work to improve perspective and help you get out of your own head for a few hours at a time.
I think Pam needs a friend to help her get out of what is probably a real rut, and that friend can be you. However, it is possible that I am completely off-base and that she’s just one of those people. You know the ones. And this leads me to the promised rant.
While I love dogs, there are certain places I just don’t want to see them. Such places include: my bedroom during SexyTime (it’s just weird), in a restaurant, and in a grocery store.
The paragraph above comes with the HUGE CAVEAT that I have absolutely no problem with bona fide service dogs. They provide critical assistance to those who need them. My pet peeve concerns people like Pam who claim Kiki is a service animal and take her everywhere, when really she is not.
The Americans with Disabilities Act is very broad and there are no requirements that a dog be trained, certified or that the handler carry any type of identification proving their dog is a valid service dog.
In addition, business owners are very limited in what types of questions they can ask and when they can bar entry to a patron with a pet claimed to be a “service animal.” If a West Hills housewife flounces into Papa Haydn with her Cockapoopalotopus there are only two questions she can be asked:
“Is that a service dog?” and “What is it trained to do for you?”
Of course if she answers “no” to the first question she’s relegated to outdoor seating or putting precious Kiki in the Mercedes, but there is no incorrect answer to the second inquiry and therefore business owners have no control over pets coming into their place of business.
Since the law is so vague, our housewife can say the dog is trained to do anything, including “constipation relief,” “distraction from menopause,” or “someone to love me unconditionally because my husband left me for his secretary.”
Using a fake service dog is a federal crime, and that sounds pretty serious, right?
The privacy protections built into the ADA to benefit those who actually need them also enable service dog fakers to get away with continued violations and avoid prosecution.
There will always be people who think the rules don’t apply to them. The arrogant fools who bring their pet dogs everywhere, usually with a bogus “service animal” coat strapped around them, are prime examples of these folks.
Valid service dogs are at risk of being attacked by untrained aggressive pets posing as service dogs – I witnessed this in a restaurant once and the blind handler of the real service dog was at a loss for what to do when her animal was growled, barked and lunged at by an especially nasty Shitzerfuffle.
Remember the Pomeranian viciously killed on the Portland Street Car in September? Neither dog was a service animal so TriMet rules dictate that both should have been in a carrier. If just one owner had followed the rules, that little guy wouldn’t have ended up in the jaws of an aggressive, uncontrollable, and possibly very hungry (and certainly grouchy) Pit Bull.
Further, phony service dogs also make it harder for people who have real service dogs to go about their daily lives. The enormous number of bogus service pets subject service dog owners to increased scrutiny. While this can be troublesome for the handicapped at restaurants, shops and malls, this has also become a very real problem for the TSA, as true service dogs can fly with you in the aircraft but pets cannot.
In other words, these jerks make your trip through security longer than it needs to be, and given how hellish traveling is these days I reserve a special place on my Shit List for people who increase my time in the security line and thus reduce my time in the bar.
Don’t judge me; I’m a nervous flyer.
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