🐶✈️ She tried to get my dog kicked off the plane… but what happened next stunned the entire crew 😲👀
At dawn, I walked through O’Hare’s terminal with my small suitcase and, against my chest, the bag where Max, my golden retriever mix, rested. His brown eyes gazed at me softly. Max isn’t just a dog—he’s my service dog. Ever since an accident left me with a nervous disorder and panic attacks, he has been my anchor. Without him, I’d be a prisoner of my own body.
We had flown together before, always with papers, vest, and authorizations. Never a problem. But that morning, I was about to see another side of people.
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