Video of wound at link and a few more paragraphs of the article.
I am so sick of police saying an incident is not a criminal matter because they are too lazy to conduct an investigation.
It sure is a poorly worded sentence, leading one to believe the dog was flying Jet Blue.
>>“Pedro said, “I have both your reservations, yours and the other passenger
Contradicts the statement that (s)he wasn’t a passenger.
Sue the Federal Government for their idiotic ADA Laws, then sue the Dog owner on Judge Judy. She hates Pitt Bulls...
Jet Blue was following the Law, the ridiculous Law.
That is most certainly not a support dog.
Pit bulls don’t do “emotional support,” which is just a code phrase for the new way for people to get their dogs onto the plane without paying for shipping.
I was on a flight recently, in a seat I had paid more to get, when a woman got on with her “emotional support” animal, which was wearing a totally fake vest that is easily purchased on the internet. The dog was old, smelly, untrained, and leaped into her lap immediately. Since it was a big dog, it then spread its hindquarters across into the other passenger’s seat.
Guess who the flight attendants moved ... the other passenger, who had also paid a premium for the seat. They moved her way to the back.
Dog owners are abusing this massively, but the problem is that the airlines are scared to “just say no” because they’re afraid of legal repercussions. But there won’t be any legal repercussions in most cases because these are not legitimately certified service animals. Buying a vest off the internet does not make your dog a service animal.
Service animals are well-trained, would never jump into anybody’s lap and occupy somebody else’s seat, and are steady and unflappable.
I have not flown since 1996 and am glad for it.
However, I have a family member who flies frequently and says airplane cabins are being turned into a barnyard due to all the “comfort” animals riding along.
Have no problem with a certified service animal. But comfort animals? C’mon, give me a break.
"...emotional support service dog..."
ML/NJ
I’m tired of pussies who need ‘emotional support’ dogs.
This is disturbing.
All these idiot animal lovers using ‘emotional support’ to skirt no pet laws - laws which were originally created specifically for seeing eye dogs.
Before you know it, I will not be able to take my emotional support cobra ‘Nippy’ anywhere.
Sue them. If they won’t provide information on the responsible party, they ARE the responsible party.
And these stupid emotional support animals are being abused. Unless you’re in a wheelchair, blind or deaf, no dang animal.
Wow, this story is full of PC issues.
“Special” women are the victims.
And imagine both Moslems and pit-bull terrier types in an airport together. What a mix!
Never mind how valid emotional support is, or how it can so easily be corrupted.
Muslims yell 'allah snackbar' before the attack, this pitbull saw the pair, and then said 'WOOF WOOF' before the bite.
She’ll need those rabies shots after getting a look at her “girlfriend”...... Have no doubt the bite itself is quite painful and certainly unnecessary!
And what’s with the leg or whatever that looks like a chicken after it’s been plucked...a shaved leg???? YIKES!
That dog needs an emotional support dog.
“Langlois was with her girlfriend”
Male dog responding to the woman’s anger toward men.</ s>
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.