Skip to comments.Landlord of veteran with service dog defends no-dog policy
Posted on 05/17/2014 7:00:06 AM PDT by COBOL2Java
David Peavey was medically released from the military nine years ago after being diagnosed with PTSD. He served for 18 years, spending time in Somalia, among other places.
His service dog Norm, which he just got this week, helps him to complete daily tasks and live a more normal life.
K.J. Gandhi, Peavey's landlord, recently gave the veteran a 15-day eviction notice but that's been put on hold while the province's Human Rights Commission looks into the case.
(Excerpt) Read more at cbc.ca ...
Comments at the article seem to be running against the vet. Fantastic attitudes they have up there.
Don’t really know what to make of this. The veteran has been out of service 9 years per the article. The article also reads like he was prescribed a service dog, but relates that his dog (I assume he already had) gained certification.
Frankly, I’ve actually seen and heard of people on airplanes that claim their pets are “emotional support” service animals and the like. Further, the article says this animal “helps him get through normal life, etc.” I’d like to know how, myself.
This is Canada (Nova Scotia) and I’m guessing that they have bureaucratic rules, regulations and the like that govern all this. Let them sort it out. To me, it isn’t like a US combat veteran being denied anything, and I’d want to know more about it before just jumping on that veteran bandwagon (I am one).
Very thoughtful post.
I’m equally ambivalent about the situation. I’ve had contact with vets suffering from authentic cases of PTSD (some relatives), and it is very debilitating. If this fellow’s is the latter, then I’d grant him the benefit of the doubt.
Just move out fella! I wouldn’t live anyplace that didn’t want my dogs. In fact I would not have moved there in the first place if there was a “no dog” rule. Dogs are the best!
About three months ago, I had my wife’s Explorer in for oil change, etc. and sat in the waiting room with a man a little older than me (64) and a young man who was waiting on his truck.
The young man was a born-and-raised country boy typical of my county. With one exception, he was fully 100% medically retired from the Army after serving in Iraq. He was a comm specialist in Iraq that traveled with convoys to maintain comms. He did 46 convoys, and the last one got him. IED got his truck, and he had to defend himself and others with his weapon. As he told it, he did kill a few Muzzies, but his demeanor, attitude and thought process told me so much more.
Most people don’t realize that IED explosions, often by HE devices like old 105mm shells rigged to detonate, carry with them one hell of an explosive trauma that is not always outwardly visible as wounds. What really happens is what can best be described as a scrambling of your insides - your organs, your bones - and your brain - take ‘shaken baby’ syndrome to it’s ultimate condition.
If you talk to victims of such, you’ll likely detect there just something isn’t right. I know one or two former Captains who’ve been there and seen troops like that still out there. He had it.
Thankfully, he doesn’t have to work, he has a wife and children and other family and friends who help him, and I could see him getting and having any damned kind of support animal he needs and would make any accommodation needed.
On this story, I just don’t have enough information to be able to tell.
The landlord has a steady paying customer who isn’t wrecking the place. And he’s kicking him out. Hope he gets a guy running a meth lab next.
What a fool.
I’m a landlord, married to a vet, and dog owner and lover. We allow dogs if we meet them, they are not big and/or scary and there’s a pet deposit. Generally we’ve had good luck with that but I have scraped poo out of corners, dealt with a potential lawsuit when the next door neighbor was bitten, etc. If there is carpet in the unit (we own five), then we figure the age of the carpet and if it will need replacing soon anyway. We also think about the age of the dog. So the landlord IMHO, has a perfect right to tell the dog owner vet to scram. A big deposit might mitigate that. My dogs are therapy for me. In fact our nick name for our dachshund is Mr. Wiggles, therapy dog. You have to say it with enthusiasm and in a slightly higher than normal voice.
All of the villagers avoid going near the poor man, who is lying on the floor shaking, but Anson rushes in to help him. The others scoff at what Anson's doing, but he spits back at them, yelling (it's been a while) "This was me! This is how some of us came home!"
The dog looks like an English Mastiff, we have 2 of them living next door, almost 400 pounds of dog flesh between them. Our neighbors have had 6 of these dogs in the last 20 years, they don’t live very long.
Also they are not the smartest dogs in the world. This dog is his companion,not his helper. If he needed a helper he should have gotten a smarter breed. But if people have been living there because it is a dog free zone, then the introduction of this HUGE dog would certainly be intrusive.
If he wants and needs this dog, and I certainly understand that, he just needs to move.
What a fool.
I'd add what a bastard.
Who the hell does he think he is to do with his property as he wishes?
Hope he gets a guy who blows up the place. That'll teach him to this the place is his.
He can do any stupid thing he wants with his property. Like kick out a good customer.
I met a man who lost parts of his memory as a result of service injuries. He has a dog that remembers for him—it leads him to his office in a large building, it leads him home—without that dog, he would be lost all the time (and probably would not be able to work).
How sad. I hope that due to the publicity, some kind person will rent this man and his dog a room.
This story doesn’t read like what you describe at all.
The specific individual that ExDemMom describes in her post is in that story??? :-0
Let me help you out: ExDemMom is relaying the issue of how service dogs assist people with disabilities to a particular instance to which she is familiar.
I’m done here. I gave my 2 cents. Take it as you will.