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Age: 10 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 26-50 lbs

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The Boy Wonder, Overachiever

Doggie Dynamics:
not playfulvery playful

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Quick Bio:
-purebred-service dog

July 16th 2005

feathered cat toys and laser lights

screaming children

Favorite Toy:
cat wand and tug toy

Favorite Food:

Favorite Walk:
Anywhere his person is

Best Tricks:
Happy has a whole bag of tricks so picking just one would be a challenge

Happy is a trained service dog (medical alert/ response and Psychiatric support), titled in flyball, agility, obedience, herding trial dog, tracking, and lure coursing just to name a few. (Yes he's a bit of an over achiever). He is my third full time service dog and I don't know what I would do without him. You can reach me to talk about him or service dogs in general at my personal email XjSilver_WolfjX@yahoo.com

Forums Motto:
The Boy Wonder

The Last Forum I Posted In:
White German Shepherds as Service Dogs?

I've Been On Dogster Since:
June 13th 2011 More than 4 years!

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Does it ever really change

I stand corrected

March 14th 2012 6:15 pm
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So things do change... Maybe for the better we don't know yet. Mom lost her job a few weeks ago, and it's been nice to have her home with me. She's been extra worried about money but that isn't anything terribly new. I've been extra busy lately helping her, but it's alright because she's also taken me for more long walks and spent time just being my mom.

Unfortunately she has been trying to figure out how to afford a brother or sister for me who can take over my job when I get older. I keep telling her she needn't worry because I'm never getting old and I'm gonna help her forever... I know... but I can dream right? It was rough watching her get her heart set on a puppy then lose her job and any chance of enough income to afford this sibling of mine.

So mom and I have been to a number of interviews and that has been a different sort of challenge. The people who call mom in to talk to her always seem so dismayed when they see me. I just don't understand it?? I'm really good and it's not like I will be a bother, I'm so much help for mom. She tells me that it is just the way things are but I don't know that I agree with her. She and I have come so far together it seems silly that these people can't see how great I am.

We're going to a new mental health doctor who I'm not sure I like, every time we go I stand in front of mom between her and the strange doctor. This new doctor doesn't actually believe in the use of service dogs but the rest of the office seems to be on board as well as moms therapist so I suppose everything will be alright. I have got to learn to make sure mom takes her meds since otherwise she tends to forget but that's fun.

Mom has been teaching me stuff she calls 'non' tasks... stuff she doesn't need me to do for her but that we both enjoy because it's just fun. She also drug out the agility equipment just for me and I've gotten to play on it more in the last weeks. Mom said we wouldn't be competing (which is a shame because I love it when people watch and cheer me on) but it was fun anyway.

I guess that's all for now cause I just can't think of any new updates.


September 3rd 2011 2:39 pm
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The moment Mom thinks she has a handle on things, something else falls apart. About two weeks ago mom had a bad episode with her depression and was briefly put on suicide watch. I could have told them all that mom wasn't up for suicide (hiding in the bedroom if I'd let her maybe, but suicide just isn't in her bag of tricks) It took several days for the doctor that was treating her to realize that all the people hoovering was actually making the issue worse. After two days of peace and quiet mom was back on track.

She's been having a few balance issues and I worry about her. I try to lean on her knee to help her but mom is discouraging me, tells me I'm just not big enough. The new meds have mom completely strung out so I have to be extra careful to make sure she's not busy doing repetitive behaviors and to watch for people coming up today.

Last night there was a big storm and my brother, who's really scared bit me. I have a place on my face just below my eye that needed stitches... mom was really upset. Right now I can't see out of my left eye and mom is fretting over me. Make's it hard when I know I'm supposed to be the one worrying about her.

Least I know I'm well loved.


The Air up there

July 19th 2011 9:42 pm
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Talk about a ringer of a day. Have I ever mentioned that I hate the heat?... if not here it is. I Hate the heat. The air conditioning has gone out at the house and mom and I nearly roasted today. We would have gone out for the day but honestly it wouldn't be fair to my siblings (at least that's what mom said... I wasn't thinking that straight) Looks like tomorrow is going to be another hot day, mom says we might take my sibs down to the barn and crate them since it's always about fifteen degrees cooler there than the house in the summer. Though she mentioned a swim, I'm guessing the swim won't happen. Mom's just not a big fan of swimming but swimming in the creek in this heat sure sounds like a better option than roasting in the house.

Once it cooled down enough for mom to feel safe leaving everyone at home, we went out for a little time at the local walmart. About the only thing good about that place is that it's open 24 hours a day. It's amazing that mom's not the only one running around in the wee hours of the night.

Her insomnia has been acting up again as well as her panicking at night. I think I had to get up ten or eleven times the other night to cut the lights on and then check the house. I don't mind, during the day I get to crash at her feet while she's working on projects. The doctors are trying to adjust her meds to get her to sleep but this just makes her cranky... I don't blame her. She takes them and turns into a zombie, or doesn't and can't sleep at all. Neither are good options.

I've been working on my "find" for the last few weeks and made what mom called a fantastic leap from finding toys and keys and remotes to finding people I knew. Mom's so pleased with me but she calls me the boy wonder for a reason. She says this brings my 'tricks' up to 72 non standard commands, am I awesome or what?

Now just cross your paws that we figure out something about that dratted air....

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