Getting a support dog has been one of the best decisions I’ve ever made for my mental health—right up there with incorporating cannabis into my wellness routine.
She’s my baby. She keeps me grounded, calm, and brings so much joy into my life.
She even “herds” my kids when I’m feeling tired (and sometimes when I’m not). It drives them absolutely crazy, but it never fails to make me laugh.
She’s a little quirky, a little offbeat—a weirdo, just like me.
My dog has this hilarious obsession with routines. Honestly, it feels like she has OCD about everything… except when it comes to her food. Or maybe that’s just her unique way of handling it, but it makes her seem more like a loveable little crackhead than anything.
Every mealtime is a show. No matter what’s in her bowl, the moment I set it down, she picks it up and spills the food all over the floor. If it’s not scattered enough, she’ll use her paws to spread it out even more.
Then, she lies down and eats what’s within her reach. Once that’s done, she gets up, walks around, and finishes the rest. When she’s finally done, she’ll sit for a minute or two before embarking on a 20-minute sniffing expedition, just in case she missed any morsels.
Her greatest gift to me as a service dog? She makes me laugh every single day.
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