Last night, Stefan and I were refused service at our absolute favorite restaurant in our neighborhood. It sucked. We entered the restaurant and requested a table for two. The owner barreled forward and told us no dogs were allowed. We explained Mickey is a service dog. What followed was the most backwards, frustrating, and humiliating … Continue reading This one hurt
Is this "reflections" post a poorly-disguised excuse to share as many pictures as I can of Mickey? (PS follow him on instagram @mickeytheservicedog. HASHTAG SHAMELESS.) Yeah, I think it pretty much is, but whatever. Who doesn't need more dog pictures in their life? It's been just about 7 weeks since we got Mickey, and the … Continue reading Reflections on 7 weeks with a service dog
We brought Mickey to bar trivia for the first time on Monday night. I had agonized about this; I was terrified to bring him; terrified that we'd face discrimination, or that Mickey wouldn't behave, or that we'd get nasty looks or shade. To prepare, I called ahead (JK Stefan called ahead because I was too … Continue reading “Store Policy” > The Law?
Part 1. We'd done our research. We'd sent in the deposit. We waited (im)patiently. And finally we'd gotten the call, and committed to Mickey. (We'd even given him the name!) Then the doubt set in. Not doubt that a service dog was the wrong decision; rather, I became insanely nervous that I was going to, after all, … Continue reading How we got Mickey (Part 2)
I've gotten some questions recently about Il Service Doggo Extraordinario, AKA Mickey, soon to make his NYC debut, and figured I'd explain The Origin Story. I first learned about Diabetes Alert Dogs a few months after I was diagnosed—while I wasn't at all ready to consider the option for myself, I quietly filed it away … Continue reading How we got Mickey (Part 1)