Ok, just have to vent here.
Today was the 80th anniversary of my husband's elementary school, which we live a few blocks from. We decided to go, and also took Strider, our service dog in training. It was an outdoor event, and we thought it would be great socialization for him.
The school has signs posted out front that say:
No dogs allowed except for service dogs.
Ok, fair enough. In this state dogs in training get equal access rights to fully trained animals as well. Anyway, nobody had any problem with him whatsoever for the longest time. He was so good! There were toddlers darting around him everywhere with hotdogs in their hands, dropping food. He wanted it, but he minded super well and didn't pull or anything.
Then it happened. (insert spooky music) I walked up to the water cooler which had several moms clustered around it, all yakking to each other (all I wanted was a drink!) We were 10 FEET away, and her toddler screeches bloody murder and starts yelling "doggy! doggy!" and crying as if he had had his face ripped off or something. Then the dumb lady turned around and started reaming me for having a dog there, when you can clearly see that he's all dressed up for work with his little patches and stuff. She spent the rest of the picnic holding the little boy and shooting mad glares at us. She tried to complain to the superintendent about it, but he had just finished telling us that he was seriously considering going home to get his greyhound. Ha!
Today was the 80th anniversary of my husband's elementary school, which we live a few blocks from. We decided to go, and also took Strider, our service dog in training. It was an outdoor event, and we thought it would be great socialization for him.
The school has signs posted out front that say:
No dogs allowed except for service dogs.
Ok, fair enough. In this state dogs in training get equal access rights to fully trained animals as well. Anyway, nobody had any problem with him whatsoever for the longest time. He was so good! There were toddlers darting around him everywhere with hotdogs in their hands, dropping food. He wanted it, but he minded super well and didn't pull or anything.
Then it happened. (insert spooky music) I walked up to the water cooler which had several moms clustered around it, all yakking to each other (all I wanted was a drink!) We were 10 FEET away, and her toddler screeches bloody murder and starts yelling "doggy! doggy!" and crying as if he had had his face ripped off or something. Then the dumb lady turned around and started reaming me for having a dog there, when you can clearly see that he's all dressed up for work with his little patches and stuff. She spent the rest of the picnic holding the little boy and shooting mad glares at us. She tried to complain to the superintendent about it, but he had just finished telling us that he was seriously considering going home to get his greyhound. Ha!