So having Conor’s service dog is great. He is working really well and Conor really loves him. He goes everywhere with us–grocery store, speech therapy, school and our regular adventures to random places. We get all sorts of comments; folks who say they shouldn’t pet him (not the case), those who just pet him without asking, those who ask what type of service dog he is, and most commonly what type of dog he is so they can tell us about their dog. All good, and a great way for folks to learn a bit about autism, and that dogs are trained to help folks with it.
So, we were at Sea World yesterday where we get the most interesting/ridiculous comments. Best so far: we are sitting at a picnic table and a “gentleman” yells over to us “where’s his cane?”. I thought he must be talking to someone else, but he yelled over again (from 3 tables away) “where’s his cane?”. Must say I was shocked. I just told him that Peyton didn’t need a cane as he is a service dog and isn’t blind. That ended the conversation.