I go to Daddy's school every year to talk about being a service dog. Actually, Mom does most of the talking. We go with Aunt JoAnne who brings her Leader Dog puppies. I'm retired now, but I still know my stuff. This year Aunt JoAnne brought Maggie May. She was "career changed" because of her … Continue reading Back To School
Although I am a dog I know things. Like when it is time to eat. Mom doesn't need a watch. At 7 in the morning time, or as soon as she's done yanking her head-fur with the electric heat machine, I know it's time for breakfast. Dinnertime is precisely at 5pm unless Mom decides to make me suffer and … Continue reading Treats!
As JoAnne, Lisa, and I walked from the St John Vianney parking lot to the school's front entrance it looked like a parade! Counting the dogs there were seven of us nose to tail along the sidewalk. We were coming to talk about service dogs and how they can help people with disabilities. Lisa is … Continue reading Four Dogs At School