The misuse of service or support animals on flights went over the rainbow this week; a rainbow of peacock feathers. Some doofus decided to try claiming a male peacock as a support animal and bought him a seat. The airline, United, bird poo-pooed that idea.
I have friends with animals, and they are all supportive pets, but they have no real training and won’t save somebody’s life in the event of a PTSD flashback. Those friends also leave their companions with a friend or home when they go out.
Our problem nowadays is that we are behaving like three-year-olds. “I WANNA BRING MY PEACOOOOOOOOOOOOOCK! I can’t live without him. I’ll die mid-flight.” There are servicemen and women out there who could die mid-flight because of trauma they endured that many self-aggrandizing numbskulls wouldn’t understand if you spelled it out for them.
So, such people who have no respect for the sacrifices and lives of fear experienced by people who really need support animals should be taken away from this place and put on the battlefront at that place.
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