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My dog has literally saved my life. While I don't think I will require a Service Dog after him, I will always be grateful and he will always be my boy.
I have been diagnosed with PTSD and am attending therapy sessions, even though I really don't like doing so. I hate it but it's probably due to my anxiety and anger issues relating to my PTSD. I am considered to be 100% disabled with the VA from my PTSD alone. I do not, however, view my PTSD as a weakness. I am also being treated for other issues but prefer to keep those issues to myself for the time-being.
My four-year-old, 200-pound Mastiff named Titus is my PTSD Service Dog. I got him from Lionsden Mastiffs when he was only eight weeks old. His training started as soon as he was old enough and I trained him myself. I started to realize the benefit of his training when all of the things he was trained to do started to take effect. He was fully socialized, learned basic commands, task specific commands, reminded me to take my medications and even opened doors for me.
The biggest thing Titus does for me is wake me up from night terrors. It's kinda hard to thrash around when you have a 200-lb Mastiff on your chest. He also keeps me calm by nuzzling me and trying to keep my attention on him when we are in crowded or stressful situations. He also warns me when people are approaching me so that I'm not startled when they come up close.
Titus has been more places and done more things with me than a lot of people have. Granted, he sleeps through most of those things. Flying from Atlanta to Oakland had me worried. Mostly about security but he handled it like the champ he is. He even managed to squeeze himself into my foot area and slept the whole time. He’s been to San Francisco and saw the water dogs (sea
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