Posted on 11/14/2017 4:18:30 PM PST by ransomnote
An "emotional support" dog is any dog claimed as such.
“Langlois was with her girlfriend”
Male dog responding to the woman’s anger toward men.</ s>
And imagine both Moslems and.... my emotional support pig!
Moral of the story. People with emotional problems that need ‘emotional support animals’ shouldn’t be allowed to take mass transit.
The idiots that allow this kind of BS to go on should be caned.
I know I may piss some people off by saying this, but I think the only service dogs that should be regarded as service dogs and allowed on airplanes and in places like stores and restaurants where animals are not otherwise allowed, are those trained and certified as being seeing eye dogs for the blind and those likewise trained and certified to help paraplegics.
And no, IMO, being epileptic, having a kid with Downs Syndrome, being Autistic, having an anxiety disorder and yes, even having PSTD, even a Veteran with PSTD, doesn’t necessitate bringing whatever animal you can slap a service animal vest that you can buy on line without any questions, anywhere and everywhere you want.
https://www.amazon.com/barkOutfitters-Dog-Vest-Harness-Cards/dp/B00T9S8DMG
Now days just about anything can supposedly qualify for needing a “service animal”:
Some years ago I had a neighbor I became friendly with who was totally blind and had a seeing eye dog. And that dog was amazing. But one of the first things I learned from my neighbor was that I and others shouldn’t try to pet or distract the dog from doing his job, especially on the street, in pubic while the dog was guiding the blind person. But his dog was so highly trained that he would ignore any attempts to distract him. It was a different story when the dog was in the guy’s home and his blind person safe. It was fine to talk to the dog, pet him, even play with him and at those times he was pretty much like any other dog. But once his blind owner stood up, the dog went into back into work mode and became oblivious to me.
He told me that I could offer his dog a juicy sirloin steak but that he wouldn’t even sniff it unless he told him it was OK. But don’t get me wrong, he loved his dog and treated him very well as the dog was his only way, as someone who couldn’t see, to navigate the outside world, but he wasn’t exactly a pet either. He also told me about having to be screened first, then having to go to the Seeing Eye in Morristown, N.J. for several weeks to receive training himself, before even being accepted and then matched with one of their dogs. That was a “service dog”.
Two years ago when my niece’s step son graduated from HS, seated next to me was a woman with a ratty looking Chihuahua with a bright pink vest that said “service animal”. The only disability I observed this woman having was being morbidly obese (although able to walk) and being very loud and obnoxious. And several times during the graduation ceremonies the Chihuahua was yapping and jumping on and off of the woman’s lap, at one point trying to jump into mine and scratching my leg in the process. When I shot the woman a dirty look, she yelled at me saying “he’s a service dog and you can’t stop him or me from being here!”
Just a week ago I was shopping a Lowes and some guy had a ratty looking mutt on a very long leash and the dog was being allowed run up to people, skiff and lick them, jump on them, was totally out of control, and when someone with a young child who the dog nearly knocked over said something to the effect of, “please keep your dog under control”, the man said, “he’s my service dog” and walked away.
Unfortunately, this sort of abuse and perversion of what service dogs were originally intended for and the stupid ADA laws regarding service dogs that says that one cannot question if someone claims their Llama is a “service animal”, makes it hard for people with actual service dogs to be accepted.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a2iV1mAPtuM
Although while I respect the service man shown in the beginning for his service to our nation, I don’t think having battle scars, having been wounded…oh… whatever…I would certainly give him a pass for having a “service dog” over most like the obese woman at my great nephew’s graduation or the man at the Lowes, but then again my dad came home from the South Pacific after WWII.
He had been wounded near the end of the war and nearly died, saw over 2/3 of his unit killed in that final battle, saw stuff he rarely would speak of but some things that haunted him to his dying day, like his best friend being shot by “friendly fire” and his dying, gasping his last breath in my father’s arms, seeing first hand, the atrocities committed by the Japanese against civilians including women and children in the Philippians, while clearing out a building in Manilla of any remaining Japanese forces, shooting and killing, who turned out to be an unarmed Japanese officer who may have been trying to surrender, and finding on his dead body, a wallet with photographs of his wife and children and a Catholic prayer card.
He had friends who fought in D-Day and a friend who was part of the US forces first going into one of the Nazi concentration camps and seeing first hand the nearly dead and skeletal survivors, the hastily made mass graves as the Nazis tried to cover up what they had been doing and those caught begging for mercy, claiming they were just following orders.
When my dad came home, he like a lot of WWII combat vets, had a hard time adjusting. Today they call it PSTD, back then they called it shell shocked or battle fatigued. My dad told me that for about 6 months after he came home he went on a drinking binge, got into several bar fights, could have, probably would have gotten arrested on several occasion if not for being a combat vet and knowing friendly cops sympathetic to him and other vets, couldn’t and didn’t even want to get a job.
But one day his mother set him straight, told him it was time to stop feeling sorry for himself, time to go to church on Sundays instead of sleeping off a Saturday night hangover, time to get a job, find a nice girl to marry, start and family and get on with his life. And that is exactly what he and many others like him did. And they didn’t need an emotional support animal to do it. The greatest generation….
End of rant. Carry on.
Keep your emotional support cobra away from my emotional support squirrel!!
It was some kind of anti-lesbian, emotional support pit bull.
I refuse to believe a Dog of Peace could be a hater. A dismembering sadistic unpredictable murdering predator, yes. A hater? Nevah!
Although she did have “reservations” she was not a passenger as she did not board a plane?
I have an emotional support scorpion.
He supports me by stinging people I do not like.
LOL!
A trained service dog doesn’t attack people.
As Rabbi Yossi Mizrachi spoke while waving his hand...
The dogs are barking, but we go on...
They are not service dogs,they are classified as emotional support dogs and different rules apply.
The DO register through the internet——any type of dog,no training required.
The biggest scam EVER.
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