eyehartdisney
Devourer of Dole Whips
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I'm so upset, my family just got back from eating (or trying to) at a local restaurant, where my father was refused service because he has a PTSD dog. They forced us to stand and wait 15 minutes in the middle of the restaurant, while the manager "couldn't be found." It was one of the most humiliating things I have ever been through, and I don't think we'll ever convince my father, whose PTSD and MS keep him mostly home bound to ever try eating out again. What's even more sad is how much convincing it took to get him to go in the first place. I just can't even get my head around how we were treated. How can people not know about service dogs? (Or not care?) This is the first time something like this has happened, and I hope it's the last time. But I can see how much stress this has put my dad through, and after all the work he put in to get the dog trained, now he's questioning if it's even worth it. That dog is the first thing my dad has cared about in years, and he loves Cooper like a second child. It broke my heart when he said that.