This is what's in my vehicle:
If anyone even looks like they're thinking of getting near the car with me in it, 'barking like the dickens' doesn't even begin to cover his reaction.
He's securely buckled in with a heavy duty dog seat belt so he's utterly no threat unless I unbuckle the belt but I can easily imagine some pig trying to boost his testosterone levels by shooting him through the window.
He's my support dog so I have the conundrum; take him with me and risk having him murdered or leave him home and sacrifice the service/support he's been trained to provide?
I should not even have to remotely consider these things *just* to have my dog with me.
America has gone mad.
If, God forbid, the above scenario ever happens, the dog and I will be slaughtered together along some road, somewhere.
No one will vindicate his death but perhaps they'll vindicate mine.