Real stories of psychiatric support dogs, and the people who rely on them

“Emotional Support Animals” are basically the equivalent of claiming glaucoma for your pot card. Sure it’s bullshit, (there’s lots of research showing the pot isn’t any good for glaucoma. It has minimal effect, and is way outperformed by other drugs and therapies) but people don’t really want to be bothered making sure it’s true or not. I don’t begrudge anyone their weed, or their pets, but don’t make up bullshit just to get them.