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the doctor I was with heard him and asked why I didn’t bring him back with me. So I headed back out to get him, opened the door and called him to me from about 20 feet away where Danny was sitting with him. Well, Crush turned and looked right at me... Danny dropped the leash and he dragged that leash across the floor behind him and made a bee-line straight to me...never looking at anyone or anything else in the process. That just touched my heart so deeply...he just wanted to be with me...it reinforced my belief that maybe...just maybe...he’d make a great Service Dog for me someday. In the meantime he’s a wonderful mommy’s boy.
CRUSH-ING IT - DEEP PRESSURE THERAPY!
Crush sleeps in a dog pen on my side of the bed every night. He actually refuses to go to bed if I am not in the bed next to him. Believe me...I’ve tried. I am pretty sure he already realizes when I have bad dreams and nightmares. The reason I say this is, when I recently had a particularly bad night, after I woke up and went to sit on the sofa, I was
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