On Wednesday, June 17, my certified service dog Wallace – a 95-pound Golden Retriever who is now nine years old and was professionally trained by CARES, Inc. in Concordia, Kan., a reputable service dog agency that trains service, medical alert, and therapy dogs for a rather large fee – and I were returning from a visit with my primary care internal medicine physician Dr. Timothy Beck located in Clayton, Ga. Since I am a three-time cancer survivor (pancreatic stage IV, skin stage II, and breast stage III) with a history of severe osteoporosis, anemia, and numerous digestive issues, I rarely drive and rely on the services of Macon County Transit or friends. Lyn Scott, a professional dog trainer and former employee at The Pet Stop in Franklin, had graciously offered to drive me to see Dr. Beck and on the return trip back to Franklin had suggested that we stop at a local shop to get an ice cream cone. It was another really hot day, so both of us were looking forward to just getting some ice cream and then heading home. However, this little visit would create humiliation, embarrassment, confusion, and discrimination for being classified as “different” and for being disabled by using a service dog for balance, support, and mobility.