Speaking of graduating, what happens when these snowflakes can’t bring their so-called “support animals” to work? I thought college was where you learned to be on your own.
Hell, I’d like my dog under my desk. I’d be a lot happier at work with Charley under my desk curled up in his bed.
Although, I admit I’d be angry if my co-worker’s Mastiff went after my small dog. Productivity would decrease with everyone outside walking their dogs. Picture trying to get a cat off the file cabinets......
An easy shot. "A target rich environment" I think they call it.