It’s that time of the year again… and for the 2nd time, I’m going to my Father-in-laws for the holidays, and leaving Chewbacca, my service dog, in our van. His wife, Cheri, is deathly afraid of dogs, and will not have my service dog in her house. This all started when Kent married Cheri, and we bought Gillis over to their house – he was a puppy. Smaller than their dog. Gillis was well behaved, but I guess Cheri freaked out after I left and I couldn’t bring my dog over there anymore. So I didn’t go over there at all – Keith went alone, because I refused to leave my service dog at home. No way was I going to leave Gillis at home. Keith’s father refused to get Cheri medical help for her fear and I just can’t take it… it’s been 19 years, and frankly, it’s like a festering wound. untreated. How can you ignore such a thing?
And then last year, I relented, and took Chewie over there, and left him in the van while I spent a few hours with the family. There were a few comments. I almost left. If there are comments this year, I will leave. They just don’t understand. Chewie doesn’t do anything for me all the time. same with Gillis. You have to live with me to see what my service dog does for me.
Now, in a few hours, I’m going over there, and leaving Chewbacca in our van. Chewie won’t mind… he’ll sleep. He’s not like Gillis. He will just sleep in the back of the van and enjoy it, once he gets over the fact that he’s not coming in with me. He is attached to me, and does know what his job is, but once I leave him in the van, he’s okay with that. Gillis I couldn’t do that. Gillis was so attached, he’d go nuts being left in the van alone. Chewie is fine with it.
I still believe it’s wrong, but I guess I’ve mellowed in 19 years of marriage, I just wish Cheri would get help for her fear… why do *I* have to be the one to give on this? What does she do when she meets a dog in public? Scream and the dog goes away? I haven’t ever had the courage to ask.
It’s only a few hours… I’ll survive. I just wish it wasn’t a problem that is ignored, though. I wish she would get help… it’s like it’s shoved under the table. The inlaws have a dog, but it’s not the same. It’s not a BIG dog… so it’s okay. Yeah, sure it is. And the dog is uncontrollable. No discipline at all. But the family ignores that, but MY dog has to be perfect… at least when around the FIL and around Keith. *sigh* Double standard, that’s what it is.