I
had something interesting happen tonight and wanted to know if anyone else had
something like this happen. A) if I could have handled differently? B) was I
wrong?
There
was a restaurant opening in Cherry Creek area of Denver. (high end area of
Denver). Upscale steak house opening. The open house was 5- 7. Granted, it was
crowded. It was loud – but you didn’t have to shout to talk to the person next
to you.
Ambrose
was AWESOME! He was right at my side. Was in down position – still working on
him curling up. 99.9% of the people were great. Thanked me. Complimented him,
etc.
It
was getting a bit much, even for me. We went and stood near the front door. Off
the main entrance, off the bar area. It was NOT crowded where we were.
This
man comes up to me and says “How old is he?” I replied, “10 months, he’s in
training.” He replied, “My wife is a vet and you are abusing this dog. This
noise level is bad for his ears.”
I
looked at him in complete shock! I said very nicely, “I appreciate your
concern, but he needs to go to a variety of places as he will be assisting
someone in all types of different environments.”
He
then goes off: you are damaging his ears. AND – keeps going.
He
walks off. (Apparently, he goes over to the hostess stand and asks them if they
will make me leave since I’m “Abusing” the dog). (I didn’t find this part out
until after the next part.)
He
comes back.
He
walks up and asks what organization in which I’m associated. I told him CCI. He
then told me he was taking pictures and recording the noise level in the
restaurant and would be calling them to let them know.
I
asked him his name. He wouldn’t tell me. He asked me why I needed to know.
I
then said, “So, if I were in a wheelchair and this was my service dog, helping
me, you are telling me, I shouldn’t be allowed to come?”
He
replies with “you are abusing this dog. Just because you want to be here
doesn’t mean you have to torture your dog.”
I
then say, “So, if I were in a wheelchair and this was my service dog, helping
me, you are telling me, I shouldn’t be allowed to come?” Again, in a
normal voice.
I
asked his name again. Still wouldn’t tell me.
He
then starts taking pictures of us, telling me he’s calling “THIS ORGANIZATION”.
At
this point, I reach to grab his phone – in which he tells me, “you can’t touch
my phone.” I replied, “And, YOU don’t have my permission to use my picture.”
The
hostess see this happen (we are by the front door) and escort him out of the
restaurant.
The
hostess apologized PROFUSELY!! I was SHAKING. I can’t even imagine if he was
truly in service for me and this person had approached me.
Other
than that one moment, people have been SOOOOO wonderful and gracious.
Oh
and that other moment when Ambrose figured out how to take remote controls from
the table……
Happy
Independence Day……. My favorite holiday ever…..