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deal with people and noises. You can pretty much count eating at restaurants out too. People and noises will drive your brain into a frenzy and it makes me feel susceptible to hazards.
The military broke me down prematurely. I was 5’6 and 120 pounds. My physique was not built to handle the physical weight the Army required. I was discharged due to being physically unfit October 2017. I still feel emptiness because I was literally told that I am unable to be a soldier. That hurts when the military is something you grew to love.
I have three dogs and one of them is my Service Dog. Muzzy is my six-year-old Blue Heeler who I got from a breeder. Rika is my six-year-old German Shepard who I also got from a breeder. Last but not least is Chance, a Chocolate Labrador and my wonderful Service Dog. Like me, he had been placed in a facility where you have the hopes that someone will love you again. Chance was adopted and received his second “chance” at living a fruitful life. I have had Chance since March of 2018 and I received him from Service Dogs Alabama. He is trained with 60 different commands. He will either nudge me, lean on me, lick me or sometimes bark if I am not responding to him.
Chance has become my best friend although he has a coat of fur and I don’t. If I am seated or laying down, he makes a point to be within two feet of me or lying beside me while touching me. He falls asleep by my side every night and again, he makes a point to have constant contact. I have found that his closeness is extremely comforting. I guess knowing that a dog relies on me too makes me feel like I am special...even if it’s through a dog’s eyes. I have also noticed that unlike humans, if I scold him for tearing up a stuffed animal, he will still wag his tail when I look
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