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Emotional Support Duck

Fuck me; I've just read that a guy in the US of A - where else - has got a travelling companion. A duck named Daniel. And get this the duck's allowed to go on holidays with his owner; he even gets his own seat on the fuckin' plane. How about that? He gets away with it cos he ain't just any old pet - he's an emotional support duck.

Take note Mum the next time you're thinking of heading off leaving me in the kennels. I can come with you instead - free of charge. Just tell them I'm an emotional support terrier with tourettes and I provide TLC. Oh and don't forget you'd be a nervous wreck without me - these things are too big to fly!

If you don't believe me watch this video. I love the fact the duck's called Daniel. Cue for a song.

Daniel is traveling tonight on a plane.
I can see the red tail lights, heading for Spain.
Oh and I can see Daniel flapping (waving) goodbye.
God it looks like Daniel, must be the clouds in my eyes

No it's not clouds in your eyes - the really have allowed a duck on a plane. It's even got a nappy on in case it shits itself on the seat! Given the Boeing 747 Max's track record, that's a good call..

PS: Daniel is a four-year-old Indian Runner duck and is certified for providing emotional support services. I bet his owner is certified too. The thing is - an Indian Runner Duck can't actually fly. The poor bastard's probably looking out of his window seat thinking - if only ....

Woof !

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