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“Finally, especially in the case of medical-response canines and those that serve handlers with invisible disabilities, it's not merely the necessity of the dog that's questioned but also the existance of the disability itself. And for these partnerships, some of the greatest problems arise.”
― The Possibility Dogs: What a Handful of "Unadoptables" Taught Me About Service, Hope, and Healing
― The Possibility Dogs: What a Handful of "Unadoptables" Taught Me About Service, Hope, and Healing
“After a week or so, Puzzle and Jake have clearly got it. Door now means 'the-closest-exit-outside-no-matter-where-we-are." Door also means "and-make-sure-the-human-gets-there-too." I feel a little bad about the Poms, the tragic little overlooked, underestimated Poms, and now that Jake and Puz seem assured about the command, I decide to invite any Pomeranian that wants in on the action to have a go.
We'll have a little fun. "Door," I say in my bedroom, armed with a pocketful of treats. Jake and Puzzle race to the back door and sit, and I follow them readily, but the Poms at first follow me, because I have the treats. I start with them the way I started with Jake and Puzzle. Door means a treat when you get there, not before. A couple of them (Jack and Smokey) figure it out quickly and are happy to run to the door and sit for a treat. On of them (Mr. Sprits'l) would rather scold me from ankle level all the way there. One of them (Mizzen) is a natural. She races to the door and back to me again, there and back to me again, there and back. Hoor! she says, tap-dancing across the wood. She can get to the door and seems to know what the word means, but it's all so exciting she can hardly contain herself. Hoor! Here's the door! Aren't you here yet? Hoor! Let me come back to you! Hey! Look! Over here! Hoor! Here's the door! She is thrilled with Door. She is thrilled with the knowing. She is thrilled with the treats. Mizzen-monkey makes me a little dizzy.”
― The Possibility Dogs: What a Handful of "Unadoptables" Taught Me About Service, Hope, and Healing
We'll have a little fun. "Door," I say in my bedroom, armed with a pocketful of treats. Jake and Puzzle race to the back door and sit, and I follow them readily, but the Poms at first follow me, because I have the treats. I start with them the way I started with Jake and Puzzle. Door means a treat when you get there, not before. A couple of them (Jack and Smokey) figure it out quickly and are happy to run to the door and sit for a treat. On of them (Mr. Sprits'l) would rather scold me from ankle level all the way there. One of them (Mizzen) is a natural. She races to the door and back to me again, there and back to me again, there and back. Hoor! she says, tap-dancing across the wood. She can get to the door and seems to know what the word means, but it's all so exciting she can hardly contain herself. Hoor! Here's the door! Aren't you here yet? Hoor! Let me come back to you! Hey! Look! Over here! Hoor! Here's the door! She is thrilled with Door. She is thrilled with the knowing. She is thrilled with the treats. Mizzen-monkey makes me a little dizzy.”
― The Possibility Dogs: What a Handful of "Unadoptables" Taught Me About Service, Hope, and Healing
“seizure-alert”
― Scent of the Missing: Love and Partnership with a Search-and-Rescue Dog
― Scent of the Missing: Love and Partnership with a Search-and-Rescue Dog
“peanut butter Kong.”
― Scent of the Missing: Love and Partnership with a Search-and-Rescue Dog
― Scent of the Missing: Love and Partnership with a Search-and-Rescue Dog
“Her dog. They would stay together all night in the intersection of lamplight and shadow, fall asleep watching reruns of Everybody Loves Raymond.”
― The Possibility Dogs: What a Handful of "Unadoptables" Taught Me About Service, Hope, and Healing
― The Possibility Dogs: What a Handful of "Unadoptables" Taught Me About Service, Hope, and Healing
