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On Feathers and Jackson Browne

Last night, my daughter Olivia and I went to a Jackson Browne concert. We were having a wonderful time until a woman walked up to me and inquired, “I heard your dog is dying?” I replied, “Uh no. Not that I know of.” And then she said, “Yeah, I heard your dog is dying, and that’s why you’re allowed to bring her here.” My heart missed a beat, and for half a second I wondered if she was clairvoyant. I then clarify that Georgia is a Service Dog, and that is the reason she is able to accompany me to the concert. She again said, “No, it’s because she’s dying.” Just a minute later she said, “Oh, no, she has a bird feather in her hair! Let me get it!” I protested, “No, those are feather extensions!” She grabbed for Georgia’s ear, and before I could get another word out she said, as she yanked out the first feather, “I know a bird feather when I see one, and those are bird feathers!” And before I could speak again, she grabbed Georgia’s other ear and pinched off the feathers and told me I didn’t know what I was talking about.

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