HE WOULDN’T TALK TO ANYONE ON THE PLANE—BUT THEN MY SERVICE DOG SAT NEXT TO HIM
It was supposed to be just another flight. I was flying home to Seattle after a long weekend in Phoenix—too hot, too dry, and too many reminders of the conference I wasn’t ready to present at. But at least I had Max. Max, my golden mix, my anchor in turbulence—both literal and emotional. Trained as…