At first I resisted but I think it came down to lose my family or get the Service Dog and the help she offers. Its more then I ever imagined. People say I'm crazy but we talk. Not in words or the english language but we actually communicate.
She knows when i'm upset or havin a bad day. She always checks my 6 when we go walking so my anxiety will calm down.If I have my back to someone and they approach she'll give a friendly bark to let me know they are there. If I start having an episode I look down at her, she's a good gauge if she's not got her guard up ( Hackles rising, or her death stare,or tail ceases to wag) then I know I'm just being over cautious and I can relax a little. If I start getting the 1,000 mile stare she gets up in my lap and starts licking my hand to get me to come back to reality. When I have a night terror she will turn on teh light (That was fun teaching her) and continue to jump on teh bed and lick my face until I wake up. When I wake at that very moment if its her big brown eyes I'm stareing. I know I'm home and I'm safe Her look says " look Daddy Its Ok, I'm here and as long as I breathe nothing will hurt you here or in the dreamworld.I wont allow it!" She truly was a gift from God.
I am so blessed to have her I actually went to a Celtic Woman concert in an actual theater with a lot of people. My wife enjoyed the concert so much and so did Bailey We are gonna try other outtings. It sounds crazy from a guy who grew up in NYC but I hate crowds and I cant stand elevators.