At first, I ignored it. Not everyone liked dogs, and that was fine. But when she hung up, she leaned forward, her voice dripping with condescension.
“You know dogs aren’t allowed on planes unless they’re in the cargo hold, right?” she said, loud enough for others to hear.
Max shifted beside me, sensing the tension. I straightened. “He’s a service dog. He’s trained, and he’s allowed to fly with me.”
Her eyes narrowed at the word “service.” “Please. That’s just what people say when they want special treatment. I’ve seen it before. People slapping a vest on their mutts so they can avoid paying fees.”
Heat crawled up my neck. “He’s not just wearing a vest. I have
