A service dog is any dog that is trained to help their owner work through the day. I have personally known a Chi. cross used to warm the neck of an older woman who had a disease where her muscles would get quite tight (some disease that caused great pain) and the living body heat helped more than a heating pad. Small dogs are also sometimes used as a "calming" agent or seizure detection. "Service animals" really cover more than people see. Hope that helps.
Now, my strange story. So, I had two on the same trip. Once, we were in the standby line for Toy Story Mania. We got all the way to the giant Potato Head and I had been talking and snapping pictures the whole time because, well, it's generally what I do. The father, I presume, of the family in front of us finally turned to me, first time he had even noticed us the entire time and held out his very expensive looking camara and said nothing but "picture" before leaving me with the camara, English obviously not being his first language. He left me to figure out how to work the camara, I got it, snapped the picture, smiled to say it looked good and he came back, took the camara and said "gracias" and didn't look to us for the rest of the line...
The second, I suppose, was more me than her. We had a family of four and grabbed breakfast at the bakery in main street. As my daddy paid I went to find us a seat. I found an empty table with only three chairs so set my backpack down (always keeping an eye on it) and went over to another table with a mother and her daughter sitting there and asked if I could use their extra chair. Again, English wasn't this woman's first language. So, after a little language battle I thought she said no (assuming her husband was paying or something) so smiled and said thanks anyway when she yelled back, like yelled across the seating area, and then pushed the chair towards me. I felt very foolish, gave a sheepish smile and said thanks many times again before taking the chair.
Now, my strange story. So, I had two on the same trip. Once, we were in the standby line for Toy Story Mania. We got all the way to the giant Potato Head and I had been talking and snapping pictures the whole time because, well, it's generally what I do. The father, I presume, of the family in front of us finally turned to me, first time he had even noticed us the entire time and held out his very expensive looking camara and said nothing but "picture" before leaving me with the camara, English obviously not being his first language. He left me to figure out how to work the camara, I got it, snapped the picture, smiled to say it looked good and he came back, took the camara and said "gracias" and didn't look to us for the rest of the line...
The second, I suppose, was more me than her. We had a family of four and grabbed breakfast at the bakery in main street. As my daddy paid I went to find us a seat. I found an empty table with only three chairs so set my backpack down (always keeping an eye on it) and went over to another table with a mother and her daughter sitting there and asked if I could use their extra chair. Again, English wasn't this woman's first language. So, after a little language battle I thought she said no (assuming her husband was paying or something) so smiled and said thanks anyway when she yelled back, like yelled across the seating area, and then pushed the chair towards me. I felt very foolish, gave a sheepish smile and said thanks many times again before taking the chair.