This morning I was at a nice restaurant in our village having breakfast. Shrimp-and-grits, with an egg atop, and some darned fine coffee.
In walks a lady walking a ~20 pound scruffy dog. Muddy, wet, wearing a muddy and wet and tattered "service dog" vest.
She sat at the table next to me, and put her "service dog" up on the bench next to her, and spent the next 45 minutes cooing to it and hand-feeding it, while conversing with a friend who joined her.
The dog was clearly untrained, it did not respond to any of her commands to do anything, and it managed to get dander, mud, and water over nearby diners.
Service dog....
Really?