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get older now and no one really objects at all. I know the ADA, and I know that a dog in training, to the ADA, is just a dog. I understand all that. But I always make sure that everybody here, and everywhere we go, knows what is going on. As good as she is, she still has her own issues...she is still technically a puppy.
Maggie was given to me. I have a friend of mine (Christine) who breeds German Shepherds. She asked me what I was going to do when it was time to replace Sam. She told me not to worry about it and that I was taken care of. I didn't know it at the time, but she intended to give me one of her puppies. We saw her in Tractor Supply one day and Sam had recently had both of his ACLs reworked. His arthritis was acting up...so he was limping a bit...and Christine asked why he was limping. Well, she ended up asking us to come by the house, which we did that very day. She had me sit on the front porch while she went inside. She opened the front door and nine puppies came charging out of the house. Maggie came along and crawled up in my lap. The others came and visited with me and then went off to do their own thing, but Maggie found my lap really quickly. I decided that Maggie picked me and Christine said she was mine and for us to take her right home. I have known Christine for 10-15 years, and she's like part of the family. My oldest is going on 30, my youngest is 24 and Christine is 29 so she's kind of like one of my kids now. I try to help her out when I can...that's what family does. Her giving me Maggie was, I think, her way of wanting to pay me back.
I'm okay when I'm outside. When I'm not around a huge crowd I'm usually okay. When I get into a building, that's when I have problems. The doctor told me it's because I can't see a ready avenue of escape. Sam knows when I get tense. When I get that way, he leans against me, and
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