Anger simmered within me as I took in the scene. My granddad was losing his home, his sense of security—and all because of a puppy that brought him joy. I knew I couldn’t let this stand. Not without a fight.

That evening, I made three important calls. The first was to my dad, Linda’s husband, who was away on business. He needed to know what was happening under his roof. The second call was to a local real estate agent who was a friend of the family, asking her to assess the actual impact of having a dog on property value. The third call was to a lawyer, just in case things escalated further.