As you've surely noticed if you've read much on this blog, Isaac is not perfect. No service dog is. They are dogs, not machines.
I think I post a lot about the little imperfections, though, because sometimes they frustrate or upset me and I want to talk (well, write) about it and sometimes because they are minor things that are kind of amusing, like when Isaac tried to eat a peanut on the floor at a restaurant right after I'd finished telling an employee how service dogs are supposed to be trained not to eat food off the floor in a restaurant.
But sometimes, he does his job perfectly.
A few days ago, we were in Starbucks. It was on my birthday, actually. I was on my way to tutor and stopped to get a latte and a cookie. As I was getting out my money, I dropped a five dollar bill on the floor. I said, "Isaac," and pointed at it. And he picked it right up. Handing it right to me.
Luckily I had another five in my wallet, which I gave to the clerk, because the one Isaac retrieved for me was a bit slobbery. But he did his job instantly, perfectly.
He got a treat.