⚠️Rant Below⚠️Okay so, I usually try to keep this page friendly and I usually try not to attack or get mad at people ((I try to just mention it in passing and leave it at that)), but this past month has been a bitch for me and Ruby and I just need to through out a quick PSA to all of the uneducated humans currently residing in New England. My SDiT is NOT in a store or restaurant for YOUR amusement. She is doing a job she has been trained to do; so when you walk over to her and completely ignore me to start petting and talking to the creature that doesn't know how to fucking speak, I am going to tell you to kindly leave us alone. I used to be too scared to tell people to please not pet Ruby, but it's getting to the point that it's just fucking ridiculous. She has THREE PATCHES on the side of her vest that all say some kind of variation of "do not distract/pet" on them. I'm a highschool drop out and I get what that means, for Christ sake what the hell. ANYWHO, something else I've been noticing: Yes, I understand that I am a sixteen year old kid that dresses like a punk and has piercings and shit, but that does not automatically allow you to assume that I am "faking" any sort of illness so I can bring my dog into public areas. There has been times when I've asked my mother if we can leave Ruby at home when we go out just so people stop glaring me down when we're out. The point I'm trying to make with this one is, yes; I look like a fairly healthy looking kid on the outside. I'm a little overweight, but rather than that you probably wouldn't be able to tell I have 5+ disabling medical conditions unless I was passed out on the floor. Stop thinking you know complete strangers, please. It hurts when you just assume I'm a kid begging for attention. Having a service dog is not a "perk". She is not a fashion accessory. Ruby is my literal life line in public settings. She warns me when my heartbeat is about to exceed 170+bpm. She pulls me along when I suddenly can't walk. She nudges my hand when I start panicking. She reminds me to sit when I'm seconds away from passing out. I need her. So please leave us be, try not to stare, and let her work. Thank you.