CHAPTER 23
To cap off my week, I went to a mediation on Friday that was surreal. It started out fine, almost pleasant, which should've been my first clue. The mediator served bagels and coffee, the opposing counsel was a decent guy, and the parties seemed reasonable. It was a short marriage, no kids, and it didn't take us long to divide the property and allocate the debts. We were wrapping things up (or so we thought), congratulating each other on a job well done when my client said to his client "I'll be over to pick up Roxy and Rico this afternoon", to which her future ex-husband replied, "Like hell, you will."
To be clear, under Florida law, dogs are property; they are not in any legal sense considered children. Nevertheless, the five of us worked well into the afternoon, incurring ov
