Thank you to all the people who do not stare at me when I am in public. Thank you for not trying to determine if I am blind, and since I am not, thank you also for not trying to figure out what the fuck is wrong with me that I need a service dog.
Thank you to all the people who hold the door open for me and Sky, even the ones who say, a little too loud, I am holding the door open for you, because they think I am blind. I know you are trying to be kind and for that, I thank you.
Thank you for all the people who tell me how beautiful and attentive Sky is but don’t try to pet her and don’t have a conversation with her.
Thanks to all the mothers who tell their children they can’t pet the doggie because she’s a working doggie. Well done!
Thanks to all the restaurants who welcome service dogs and their partners and seat them appropriately, where the dog can tuck in nicely and not trip the wait staff.
Thank you to all the waiter and waitresses who bring water for a dog on a hot day.
Thank you to all my providers, doctors, dentist, trainer, who understand that I need to have my dog with me even when they can’t see her doing a thing. Sometimes help comes in at the eye.
Thank you to all the bus drivers who don’t yell at me for getting on the bus with a service dog and thank you to those cab drivers who stop for me. As for the drivers that speed away when they see my small, well-behaved service dog, can you say fuck you on the internet? Yup, you can.
Thanks to my incredible shrink for understanding that all rules are left in the waiting room and that he can pet Sky all he wants to. And thanks to Sky for understanding that sometimes rules have to be put aside for one reason or another. Intelligent working dogs have the mental flexibility to understand that, in certain circumstances, kindness counts for more than rules.
And thank you all for stopping by.