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hasn't really recuperated from that. So instead of trying to force her into doing things I am working another dog to get him (Rocky) so he's ready to deal with me in public. He does a good job at home but now we're working on the public side of things. Millie I will probably end up retiring even though she's still young. She does a good job, like last night, if she's not in bed with me, she lays on the mat I have beside the bed. And if I start having nightmares or anything like that she gets up and nudges me awake. She's still doing her job. She just doesn't like doing it in public as much. She'll still cover really good. Mainly, it's mostly anywhere there is a chain link fence. There was one at the cemetery right next to where we stood at the funeral when the guns were fired. She's just fine in stores. She is just relating those fences with gunshots now. Rocky is a much smaller dog. Millie is a German Shepherd and Rocky is a Blue Heeler. He will get up and pat me with his front feet and snuggle up next to the middle part of my body while in bed. You will hear that rumble of him growling if he hears someone walking in the house at night. He's got maybe six more months before he's finished with training but it will also be six more months before he's two years old.
I've had Rocky for around six months now...I got him around January of 2018. He was in a kill shelter down in Brownville and they were actually taking him down to get injected when the group that I worked with called them. So, I got lucky with him...and he's a fantastic dog. I had Satellite, another Blue Heeler, for two years when he passed away in December of 2016. He was the best Service Dog that you would ever want. I actually had started working him so that he would open the refrigerator doors and bring water or medicine...basically getting him ready for down the road. I didn't know he was sick until the day he passed away. He flew with me, he rode with me...all in all he was a fantastic dog. If I was having problems, he didn't want anybody around me. He wasn't aggressive but, if I was in bed and I was having problems, he would growl. He would do that with my wife until we trained that out of him...and got him to a point that she was allowed to get in bed with me and to take care of me. I remember one time we were at an airport and I was laying on my belly and dozed off...and he was laying across my back. I started having a panic attack and somebody videotaped it and showed me the video afterwards. He just went on and on trying to nudge me awake with his nose. Another time I was driving an 18-wheeler pulling a race-rig down to Florida and I had stopped to sleep in the sleeper. I was half awake thinking I was having a heart attack because my chest was hurting so bad and when I came fully awake, he was jumping up and down with his front paws on my chest trying to wake
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