Awrooo!! I hope all of you read the first part of this story before I tell you this one. Woof. Part two I’m gonna talk about my training for a very important job, becoming a PTSD service dog to my best bud.
Like I said in my last story, I went to a professional trainer to get started. It was more of a consultation to see if I could do it. If I had the right temperament and would make it through the training program. I passed and believe me, if the trainer didn’t think I could do it, she wouldn’t have started me on the program.
Me and my best bud started training right away and every day. I still train almost every day, except for those vacation days. Awrooo!!! I can slack off because both of us get outa sync. What I mean by that is, we both make mistakes while I’m working. It might sound funny to some humans that we both had to train but if my best doesn’t get my duties right, then how can I.
I had to learn a lot. Specifically, three tasks considered service dog appropriate. We weren’t going for an emotional service dog job, no. To be a service dog and be accepted everywhere, I was going to be tested. I learned brace, block, arouse from fear of paralysis, provide deep pressure for a calming effect, assist to leave an area by finding an exit, and crowd control panic prevention. I am always training though. I always must be on my paws when I’m working, that’s why.
I trained for almost two years and logged well over 200 hours of time with the trainer and with my best bud. There’re all kinds of things you must know before your test. How to sit under a table while everyone’s eating, follow a shopping cart, ignore everyone around me, no picking up anything off the floor, no sniffing, can’t greet dogs, and other stuff. Like I said, to be a service dog you need to learn a lot. When I finally took the test though, I passed! Awrooo!!!
Part 3 coming soon.