So I'm probably going to get in trouble for this, but I'm gonna go ahead and question the sudden rampant need for everybody and their brother to have an "emotional support" animal with them at all times. When did we become so woefully incapable of dealing with a little stress?
You have nervous students getting approval to take snakes to class rooms, anxious passengers taking monkeys, rats, emus, and ferrets on airplanes, and emotionally unstable housewives taking miniature horses and pigs into grocery stores.
Just medicate yourself already like the old days, with Xanax or Ativan, and leave your pet at home. Just because you have an unnatural emotional attachment to your weird pet and your indulgent shrink writes you a letter, doesn't make it a service animal.
You people are giving seeing-eye-dogs and monkey-assistants for quadriplegics a bad name.
Heh heh, this kid is about to become dinner for his service animal.