I was at the store earlier with my service dog. The woman in front of me at checkout had about $200 worth of toilet paper stacked in her cart.
She looked at me with an attitude and asked, “What type of dog do you have?”
I calmly replied, “He’s my service dog.”
But she wasn’t done. She got snarky and snapped back, “I knew that. What type of service?”
I smiled and said, “He’s a BLD.”
By that point, my dog had already started licking her hands and face, being his usual super-friendly self. She looked confused and asked, “What’s a BLD?”
I leaned in and said, “It stands for Big Lickin’ Dog.”
The cashier nearly dropped the scanner from laughing. The woman didn’t say another word.
