“As I sat, Percy sat in front of me between my legs, and I released the handle of his service harness. The dark browns and reds of the roar of the diesel engine thrummed through me as we headed toward my destination Covent Garden, near Soho. I heard a little girl coo and say, “Puppy!” I looked up through my glasses and saw a little one, possibly four, bubbling in her seat just in front of us. The girl asked, “Can I pet him?” Her mum looked appalled or embarrassed her daughter would ask and tried to get her to turn back around. I smiled, not many people asked, they just assumed they could, not realizing the hundreds of hours of training that goes into a service animal, and it undermines the training to break protocols. But my boy has never slipped into bad habits though I still reinforced the training when I could. I shook my head. “He's actually working right now, he takes his job seriously.” Her face dropped and her mum was still trying to get her to turn back around. I saw the pity i...n her eyes for me, I still didn't get that, she had no clue what was wrong with me, she just saw service dog and thought “The poor girl.”MoreLessShow More Show Less
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