Hmmm that's interesting. I was wondering about it for sure but it seemed for real. Didn't understand why 3 giant poodles were needed though. I felt really bad for the dogs. The owner did seem stressed - he was putting his head against the seat in front of him. I didn't feel comfortable asking him questions. I just assumed he might have been a veteran.

Funny thing was, when I moved to the back of the plane, the couple in the two seats next to the open one (a window seat) looked at me like I was from Mars when I explained the situation. I had to lie and tell them the flight attendant asked me to move. Then an hour or so later the husband asks the flight attendant to explain again why I had to move into their spare seat. She repeated what I said, and then added curtly "It's called the Americans with Disabilies Act." She seemed annoyed that they were having trouble dealing with the situation.