One day, my son Mason, 10, came home from school holding a tiny, shivering puppy. Its ribs showed; its tail wagged weakly. He found it behind the school dumpsters and begged us to keep it. But our landlord has a STRICT "NO PETS" POLICY written in bold red letters on the lease. Masin looked so heartbroken that I gave in and agreed to keep the puppy outside—just for a little while. That weekend, my husband, Mason, and I built a beautiful. doghouse in the yard. Then came the problem—our neighbor, M