Thursday, January 15, 2015

The Difference a Service Dog Can Make

This morning I woke up in a lot of pain.  My lower back hurt and my right hip hurt.  I could barely move.  I could barely sit up, barely get out of bed.  It took a few hours before I could move around easily.

I really needed to do at least one load of laundry.  I had no clean pants to wear.  If I hadn't had Isaac to get the laundry out of the dryer for me, I wouldn't have been able to do the laundry.  I'd be sitting here in dirty pants.  Or pants-less.  

Isaac was happy to pull out the clothes for me, like always.  He wagged his tail the whole time, thumping it loudly against the washing machine.  Now he is stretched out happily on the living room floor, cuddling his Kong.

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