my life with a service dog
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stevie is now retired but i got him when i turned 14 and he was my best friend but this story is about our story together he is now an esa i hope you like it.
i have disabling anxitey socal anxitey and depresion i also have mobility issues and also was sa'ed when i was 10 up to 13 or 14 this story tells my stuggles and problems i had when stevie was my service dog he was a miltipurpose service dog i also have tourettes syndrome and i didn't get a diognosis yet when this story takes place
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