This is where I’m gonna sum up becoming a working dog. Really? Yes, cause I could go on and on about working dogs. Not just about my work, but other service or working dogs’ jobs. Believe me, there are a lot of jobs. That’s not including the therapy dogs. Us dogs do so many jobs from helping people becoming mobile, healing hearts, to saving lives. I’ll just be biased and say that I consider dogs pretty special. Each and every one.
You can recognize a service dog because they need to be visibly marked. Like with a colored vest. Mine has been black leather with a handle, red, and now blue. I also have signs on it, rather patches. They say things like stop, do not interact, do not pet, and do not distract. That’s so humans read and respect what they say. Humans could also ask if they can interact with us working dogs. That always helps us dogs that are working and our humans we are working for.
I’m on the job when my best bud goes somewhere by herself. She needs trusted support and that’s me. Sometimes though, she has a close trusted human that accompanies her. At these times, I get a break. I don’t have to work and just play. My best bud has told me though, that her hopes for the future, are to get stronger so I can retire from my job. I don’t mind either way. I get to be with her and that’s what matters. We’re best buds. If I do retire, that means she found her strength to walk straight and tall in difficult surroundings. I will congratulate her, and we will play to celebrate. Play hard! Awrooo!!