“service dogs” aren’t what they used to be. Like everything else people are gaming the system. My father’s friend had her house cat declared a service animal so she could fly with it. Yeah, on the first flight, it went insane. Yep. If you knew her she would admit the farce, but if a waitress or someone in a restaurant said anything she would go nuts and scream about her “needs.”
She’s dead now. The lady, that is. God knows where that cat went.
I saw a chiuaua (sp) in walmart last week sitting in the child seat of a cart.
It had an orange vest on that read.... You guessed it: service dog. It was shaking.
Nothing against this man. Just alerting my peeps.
This.
Kinda like handicapped placards. When was the last time you saw someone parking in a handicapped spot that actually used a wheelchair?