I was born in 2012 in New York and the first year of my life was tumultuous. I was adopted by a family with lots of young children but the owner of their rental home did not like that I was running around in the paddock where he kept his cows. They put me up for re-homing on Craigslist and I was taken in by a man. Unfortunately, he was a known abuser but a kind lady noticed I was there and rescued me and took me to Kent Animal Control.
After a couple of years of training, I became a fully certified serviced dog.
When I am working, I wear my uniform. My uniform consists of a padded vest with strategically placed handles for my human. It does not look like the traditional stiff harness because I need to maneuver and fit in strange angles to help. In crowded areas, you may see me wearing a leather head harness. This is not a muzzle. It helps my human and I communicate without words.
IF YOU SEE ME WEARING MY JACKET, I AM WORKING.
Please ask my handler if you can say “hi”. She will usually say “yes” but please do not be offended if she says “no”; it means she really needs me to focus to take care of her and keep her safe.
Please do not ask if you can give me a treat or offer me food.
The answer will be a firm “no”; when I am working, I cannot be distracted from my handler.
When I am not working, I love playing with my older brother Riker (he’s an English bulldog/German Shepherd) and chewing on antlers. My favourite treat is roasted seaweed. I get a bath at least once a week and because my skin is sensitive, I also get a weekly coconut oil body mask, which I love to help lick off.