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of 35 times a day. I now take a total of seven pills, all for maintenance. I also have a very bad case of PTSD and anxiety. I have a rating of 70% just for the PTSD alone.
I found Remmy at a groomer near where I used to live when he was only six weeks old. They had put a sign in the window and when I saw him that was history. His mother had quit nursing and I had to bottle feed him for a while. He became very bonded with me since I kept him with me 24/7 and was maintaining a proper feeding schedule. He was a great little puppy at the point in time. I was able to potty train him in around four days. At about six months old I took him to a Basic Obedience class with the top trainer in my part of the country. I found out later that she was the youngest in the country to have certification for a K-9 judge at 27. At this time he was picking up on everything way faster than I ever thought he would. The trainer told me we should think about starting training as a Service Dog.
It was about this time that he, on his own, started to clue into me and when I was in pain or if my PTSD was giving me issues. He would come over and lay his head on my knee or shoulders when they were in pain. We continued with training and he always was the top of the class. He was doing well with both the training and the socialization. He also taught himself what I needed. He would wait for me to open the door at home and would go in and search the entire house and then come back to me and let me know it was all clear. When we would go out and come back to the truck he would walk around it a couple times and then let me open the door to let him in. Once we were out and ran into a friend of my wife’s that he had never met and who has bad carpel tunnel. He crawled up in her lap and started licking her arms. Another time we were in a subway and when we were leaving he wanted to go over to an old lady he apparently
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