Your Stuffed Emotional Support Animal Is Not Working
The yowling started shortly after I folded myself into seat 6C on the Southwest flight from Washington, D.C., to Chicago. It was coming from 6D or, specifically, under 6D, where emotional support animals congregate. “She’s mad at me,” said the woman occupying 7D, gesturing to the flowered bag nestled on the floor between her and…
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