MDA Telethon 2004 Chaos & Philly Airport memories

Well, my new wheelchair still isn't pegged so Winston's leash was secured onto my chair simply by tying it onto my seatbelt. Mental Note To Self - This doesn't work well. Winston had incredibly too much freedom to move in front of me and after the incident i'm about to recall, he took full advantage of that freedom. After parking we got in the elevator to go to the second floor, where the MDA instructed us to go, and there was no "2" button. We chose three and when the doors opened a tiny long haired dachshund ran in! A little spanish maid started screaming and yelling about how she opened a door to clean and it ran out. Seconds afterwards the doors shut and the elevator started moving. WINSTON WENT NUTS. I DON'T THINK HE REMEMBERED HE HAD EVER SEEN A DOG BEFORE IN HIS LIFE. By the time we got the elevator back to the floor the little dog ran out and along with him he took Winston's concentration. When we got out of the elevator he was alright...just very mixed acting. He finally settled enough for me to let him greet SSDRoss but I could not let anyone pet him what so ever the entire day. We was very antsy and sniffy so going to take a walk down Kapona (A festival including an art show in down town Harrisburg that is pretty huge) for a late lunch was the worst idea, ever. He thankfully was great with "leave its" in reference to all of the dogs we saw, and even to food on the ground, but his pulling was out of control. Even whenever we were "under" at the picnic table he pulled to move around. He was easily the worst when some idiot woman called our dogs (because SSD Ross was still with us) by making very loud kissy noises over and over. It was too loud for me to yell at her so I shot her the most evil eye accompanied with, what i've mastered living in the daycare, a stern shaking my head "NO". Apparently this holiday was just the weekend to taunt Winston because at the airport a group of asain people were blown away by Winston, which I initially took a grand compliment. A young child (maybe four?) and his mother pushed it though, leaning down to pet him, waving to him, pointing in his face and what not. I smiled and said a clear "No." while shaking my head, but it was apparent to me that they either did not understand, or could care less. The situation would have been frustrating had it not been for Bob. Wife to Jenny, mother to Hanna, and vice president of Donley Printing. He stood against the wall, arms folded, looking rather prestigious, and blurted out in a somewhat mono tone "He bites." What made this comment that was repeated over much funnier is that he was making direct eye contact with the mother of this tiny child. As if I wasn't laughing hard enough already, Bob continued with "He tore a young boys arm off....once." I wish I had a recording of it because this gentlemens tone of voice was HILARIOUS! I lost it and from that moment on was in hysterics. Oh, how fun it is having a service dog.