10/06/2026
An ordinary outing shouldn’t leave someone emotionally exhausted from defending their presence. 🐾
Thank you, Bonnie’s Travels, for sharing the side of life with a service dog that too many people never see—the stares, the comments, and the quiet calculation of whether finishing an errand is worth the hurt.
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Bonnie's Travels 🐾
I don't usually post like this, but today was a lot, and I think it's worth saying out loud.
Today I went to a job fair. Printed resumes, a list of companies, Bonnie at my side. Walking into a crowded room full of strangers is not my thing on a good day — add a service dog, and you add a hundred sets of eyes before you even get to the first table. Some people love her and are too nervous to say hi. Some people clearly don't want her there. I made it through. We did fine. An hour later we were out.
Later, just running errands — Marshall's, Ross — I caught the usual: the sneers, the eye-rolls, someone loudly announcing she didn't like dogs, more than once, close enough that half the store could hear her.
My husband was with us for this one, which doesn't happen often. He usually only sees the good parts — the people who smile, the kids who ask sweet questions. This time he saw the other side too. And I could tell it hurt him just as much as it hurts me. Maybe more, in a different way — because he's not used to it, and because watching someone treat me like that is its own kind of hard when you love the person it's happening to.
Here's what people don't see: I wasn't just buying jeans. I was doing math in my head the entire time — is this worth it, should I say something, should I just keep my head down, how many more aisles until we're done. That's the actual cost of having a service dog in public. It's not the dog. It's the constant, quiet calculation of whether today is a day you're going to be made an example of in front of strangers.
By the time I got home I was exhausted in a way that had nothing to do with how many stores I'd been in. Just emotionally wrung out. Tired of smiling through it. Tired of being stared at for bringing a medical necessity into a public store.
I'm not sharing this for sympathy. I'm sharing it because most people have no idea this is what it's like. You don't know what that dog means to the person standing next to you — whether it's the only reason they're able to leave the house at all. A loud opinion in a public aisle doesn't just annoy a stranger. It follows that person home. And sometimes it follows the people who love you home too.
Be kind. Or at least, be quiet. You don't know what you're looking at.
