When I first met my best bud, I was just a little pup. She tells me I was a well-behaved pup and had a very good demeanor. I was pretty laid back, except for a few things that I did that even human children have to learn from mistakes and experience. She told me I was a fast learner and that I will make a great old man. Not sure what that means cause I’m a dog.
I learned a lot over the next year or two. I did her proud by learning my place in my pack. I learned all the normal, so called training, just to be a dog. I guess we all must learn patience, rules, and control over oneself. We had a great time then. Not that we don’t now, it was just a little different.
Something happened to her that was pretty bad and changed our relationship a little. I don’t know the details and she is a private human in such matters. I did my best to help her though. I stayed up with her, sometimes all night, for months. We didn’t sleep well for a long time. I would interrupt her pacing by sitting directly in front of her. I would even bring a toy and drop it right in her pathway, in hopes to distract her into playing with me. She sometimes would cry or looked as though she couldn’t breathe. I would put my face in her hands to awake her out of it. I woke her from bad dreams when she did sleep. I laid down on her lap when she would sit and just be there as her best buddy. I did everything I could to make her better. I tried everything I could think of.
That’s when she came up with a great idea. To contact someone to educate me so that I could work for her as well as be her best bud. She had a referral to a wonderful professional trainer. In fact, she was really cool and helped my best bud and me a great deal. That’s when I began to learn what would make me a real working service dog.
Part 2 coming soon! Awrooo!!