My life began simply, I lived in a small house with a wonderful male owner. He was so kind and diligent while he trained me. When I was only six weeks, I was fitted with a tiny vest. I had no idea why I was wearing it, but I soon found out I was going to be a service dog. I was taught all the basic commands every dog should know, "sit", "stay", "lie down", and "wait." I was also taught service dog specific tasks such as bringing medications, get a beverage, call 911, how to help someone get up from a down position (sitting on chair, lying on the floor), how to carry a satchel of necessities and other tasks. I was the best in my entire litter, who were also being trained to become service dogs. I graduated top of my class, and was fitted with my new official vest.
I then went to a new home, a small Alabama home with an elderly man, who had anxiety and struggled with panic attacks. I was his service dog and he took me everywhere. We went to restaurants, movie theaters, stores, you name it. Anywhere he went, I was right there beside him to help him cope with his disability. He always told me how much he loved me and would never let me go.
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Delgado's Story
General FictionA service dogs life story with a little bit of a horror twist to it like you've never seen before. And life after a horrible incident involving a man and his service dog.
