By Emily Reiter Feld
Some of you may have noticed, when you come to Alice’s office, that the Office Manager – Me! – ain’t what she used to be. Hey, like many of you, I’m no spring doggie, either. I’m sixteen human years old. And, according to veterinary science for my breed, that makes me – Oy! – 80!
So here’s my beef for the day. (And speaking of beef…got any?). I’ve been in Alice’s office just about every day for those 16 years, serving as Official Greeter (but, in reality, as we all know, Office manager). I’ve always greeted our guests with a wag and a beg (OK, I like to be fed!). Let’s call it like it is: I’ve been the heart and soul of this office for 16 years.
Why is it, then, that two-legged creatures who are 62 years old can get Social Security, but I can’t? The Social Security website says nothing about being human. Nor does it stipulate how many legs you need to qualify. And I’ve put in the human equivalent of 80 years working! Know any humans who’ve done that?
My human “Dad” is 66…and he’s getting Social Security and Medicare. I think this is a blatant case of discrimination.
OK, I don’t have a Social Security number…but I’d be happy to get one. And, since I worked off the books, I haven’t paid into the system. But can’t I collect on any of the family benefit programs? (Mom never actually paid into the system for me, either; but she’s sure paid a lot in for herself!) Hey, isn’t 80 years of work worth something?
Anybody know a good Elder Law attorney?
