service animals
the dog next to me in line at K-mart was a Pitbull
The lady behind the counter gave her mean looks so slow
I was horrified when she told me what kind of dog it was
The pouch was rather plain, had no fur, hair or fuzz.
I am terrified of them, but we have to allow them in.
If they have a sign that says it is a service dog, said Jenn.
I knew her name from her badge, she had frizzy red hair.
She nearly went insane when the next service animal was a bear.
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