Companions

A somewhat amusing tidbit to toss off before the start of a busy morning. One of the things I gleaned from tooling around Gainesville in a bus, is the fact that people are not only permitted to bring Service Animals aboard, but also...drum roll please...

Companion animals. Yes, since an individuals state of mind can be just as important as their physical well being, the latest nanny'ism encompasses Companion animals.

And these beasts may be whatever soothes the savage breast. Need your pet gerbil along or you'll experience the vapors? Fine, bring him onboard. Can't stand to leave Harry the Snake home? Cool. Wrap him around your shoulders and face the new day.

Loons who run local communities thought this would be a fine idea until someone told them a lot more bus-cleaners were going to be needed if Joe Blow was allowed to drag his pet goat around town with him, and all of a sudden it is dawning on them that, whoops, maybe this wasn't the most intelligent thing to do.

Shrinks are howling that you just can't take away someone's Companion now that they've seen Paree; it wouldn't be fair to the person, or the animal.

Can't make this stuff up. Now, disabled vets are not allowed to tote such beasties around town because the transportation services for THEM is to and from home, and they should be able to be away from their Companion for the time it takes to scoot to the Dr.'s office and back.

But old Aunt Natty can schlep around as many cats in a basket she can carry...if it makes her happy.