September 26th 2008 5:21 pm
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My name is Mira, and my human pet calls me her "miracle dog."
I came to her about a month ago, when my previous human could no longer care for me. I had just had my 6-week-old puppies (my second litter) taken away from me, my feet hurt badly from infected foxtail seed sores, I had fleas and ear mites, and needed to gain a few pounds.
The rescue that my previous human contacted couldn't take me, but they took my puppies. And when she heard about all the great tricks I do, the rescuer called my guardian. I was just the dog my new pet human needed.
You see, I've had no formal training. I just lived with a person who talked to me a lot, and was caretaker for a family member who had cerebral palsy. I wanted to help, so I learned to go get people when they were needed, bring people things, and tell people about things.
I help my human by bringing things to her, picking up things she drops and handing them to her, carrying a pack so her back and shoulders don't hurt so much, and (most importantly) alerting her a few minutes before she is going to have a bad spell, a "crash" or a migraine. I know a lot of objects by name and I can get them if I'm asked to. I can also deliver notes or other things from one family member to another--I know all my human pets' names already.
Eventually I will hopefully also be able to help with some simple household tasks, help pull things, and maybe use a mobility harness to balance my person when she is feeling dizzy.
I am the only animal in my home, and I own a man and a woman (they are married) and three little girls. I love them all very much and I take care of them all, but I especially take care of the woman here. She is my special pet.
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