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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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