Hello dear reader,
Today I’d like to introduce you to Daisy and Duke. They’re a big part of being glad to live.
Daisy is a terrier mix who will be 8 in May. She weighs about 15 pounds and will quickly let you know that she’s only little on the outside! We’ve been together since she was 3 months old. I’ve had her certified as a service dog. She let’s me know when something’s coming so I can get to a safe place. For example, my neck and shoulders going into spasms that come with a blinding headache is easier to deal with at home than while I’m driving or in the store. When she tells me it’s coming I usually have about an hour to try to get somewhere safe. When I’m down, whether it’s for hours, days, or weeks, she stays with me. When I get up to use the bathroom, she goes outside, grabs a bite of food, and gets back in bed when I do, sometimes still chewing!
She may get up when I’m sleeping, I don’t know. But she’s always there when I wake up.
Duke is a 5 1/2 year old shepherd/healer mix that we adopted when he was 9 months old. He had a really rough start. He was badly abused and starved. He was terrified of people. We had him for almost 3 months before he started wagging his tail.
He’s still cautious about meeting new people, and he’s become quite protective. He loves to play and nothing makes him happier than being told he’s a “good boy.” He’s a very sweet, loving, and well-behaved dog.
Duke is really Tim’s dog. He goes to work with him when weather and circumstances allow. But that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t sit beside me getting petted all day if I’d let him.
So there’s the fur therapists. They make me laugh whether I want to or not, and that’s super important!
Until next time…