How life as a Psychiatric Service Dog began for me.

I was living with a great lady but I have something that they called "seperation anxiety" so everytime she would leave me, I would begin chewing, I hate being home alone. She would punish me but I couldn't help myself. But then she heard about my current mom losing her "Psychiatric Service Dog" Buddy and even though she loved me she thought maybe it would be best for me and my mom if she would place me with Eva (my mom). That was almost 3 years ago and we have been together ever since.

I caught right on to Service work, it really doesn't seem much like work to me. After all I enjoy people, going for rides, and seeing new stuff but most of all the love being with my MOM.

Mom now trains "Psychiatric Service Dogs" and does educational presentations on us. She sayes it helps other people to understand my work with her. All I know is its fun I get new friends at home regularly and I get to go places show off and be the center of everyone's attention, afterall the presentations are about Me, oh yeah and Olsa. We have great fun!!

That's really all I can remember about how it began for me. Oh yeah, I had to go to school, something called basic obidence and canine good citizenship training. But really it was just fun because I got to meet new friends, get together every week with them for several weeks and show off how good I listen.