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24 Month: After Surgery

On August 27th, 2015 we did our last training with the ambulance.  This time I had no problem with the idea of loading into a running ambulance.  I was also happy to see all of the other dogs an no longer smack talking like I used to do.  Mom made it clear that smack talk was not very service dog like and got me in trouble.

I kissed Kenobe on the face and was even nice to Baer, who I used to not like. He doesn't smell bad  now and Max said I can't be smack talking all of the dogs I am mentoring, it's just rude.  He says if I am going to be helping Mom I just have to give that up and be a good boy and mellow out.

So I hung out with Mom and watched all of the other dogs do their bit with the ambulance, cause Mom is the instructor and wants everyone to get their chance first, and then in we went.  I loaded like a champ, laid right down and then we did something the others didn't.  I got to have the siren run!

How cool was that!  Mom put treats on the floor and the siren …

23 Months: Graduation

I am a service dog!  Mom was talking to Aunt Robin about when she and Uncle Bill would be coming into town to run my Public Access Test and found out another delay had sprung up.  See, Aunt Robin depends on Uncle Bill driving due to her being blind and his work couldn't give him time off to come this way until October.  Mom felt defeated, since the July graduation date had been pushed to September and now to October and truthfully I could hear a tiedness in her voice as she explained that she was waiting to test me out so I could have my In Training patch off.  She was tired of people asking "who is he going to" and "has his person been picked out" questions.  It scared me too.  Was Mom sending me away?  I thought I was Mom's service dog and then I would hear her very defensive and firm statement, "He's MY service dog."

It was so nice to hear Mom claim me with such fever, but I could tell she was tired of having to do so.  People could tell I…

21 Months - 23 Months: Final Evaluation Days 445 - 479

In my final evaluation before Mom talked to Aunt Robin and saw if my In Training Patch could come off, Mom worked hard on some things with me.  I was going with her daily to client consults and demos in class and I was shopping with her all the time.  Some of my days were as long as 8 or 9 hours!  It was a hard push.

To make things even harder Mom had put a mat on the floor in the training center and insisted I stay on it, even if she was working another dog and I was to be quiet.  I couldn't smack talk the dog or her if she was working with another dog and she got down right mad at me if I gave her gruff or got up and wandered on my own.  Oh, it was serious mean time on Mom's part.

She was serious about my behaviors in public too.  I was to straighten up and fly right and make her proud.  I was to ignore other dogs and when in the beginning I tried to tell her I didn't think I could,  not unless she stuffed me full of treats, because I had noticed the treats had dried up…

19 Months - 21 Months: Proofing Days 390 - 444

Have I really let the blog fall that far behind?  WOW!  Mom and I have really been busy!  We aren't even doing public access updates anymore.  Between going on daily shopping trips and classes and going to help client dogs, we've been just to busy to update the Facebook page and the blog.  Hopefully, that will change and I will get back to updating you all on how things are going.  I can't even tell you all of the great things we have been doing since April when I updated you last, so no May and no June updates, just one big update on how it's been since last I chatted you up.

So, let's talk Proofing. What does it really mean?  Mom changed it on my title when I started working on it, but never really explained it well.  When she put that up there she said I knew my Retrieve, basic skills and Harness well enough to start working on making them default behaviors.  Those were the basic skills she'd need daily when we worked in public.  I still had things to learn…

Public Access: Visiting Davi and Milo

Saturday

I was laying watching Mom sleep when she rolled and looked me in the eye.  Oh oh, I was caught not doing my job.  She smiled and said I am slacking and gave me a small touch on the side of my face.  I may have to go back to waking her in the morning, but I do enjoy watching her sleep.

She got up and let us out.  It was a slow start to the morning, but a normal one.  Supervise the doling of food, which meant her medicine was on board and then picking up of the bowls.  My medicine is working and my skin is feeling better.  Mom had noticed the new Flaxseed Oil is really making my skin an coat soft and was happy.

She was on her second cup of coffee, curled up on the love seat and deep in her computer when Max stood and started to limp really bad.  She stopped what she was doing and watched him with a big frown on her face.

She asked him what he'd done and if his shoulder was bugging him.  He struggled to go up the steps to the love seat beside her and she reached out and touc…

19 Months: Proofing Days 385 - 389

Monday

Mom is awake but pretending to sleep. She's doing this silly fake snore and peering at me out of one eye. I don't know what to do. She does a fast fake snore, peers at me, pulls the covers over her head and then flings them back and snores again at me and laughs. What is going on?

She does this, several times and I am certain now her medications have cause her to have a psychotic break. I stare at her and she rolls away from me, pulls the covers over her head again and Max, laughing, runs up and pretends he's going to jump on the bed, stops and woofs at her. She laughs and throws the covers back and says, "OKAY, I'm awake, you did it! Good job."

What the heck. Have they all gone crazy? Dieter is laughing too. He looks at me and says, "Mom is in a good mood, she's playing." Okay, but it looks more like I need to call for help than play.

She gets up and lets us out and by the time we come back in she's got her coffee going and our food …