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to have multiple surgeries as a result. The 'treatment' I did get was calling me a shitbag and sending me back to duty. I remember my stress fractures in my pelvis were so painful and I walked funny. They made me the Guidon Bearer just to make fun of me. Of course, there were also a lot of sex jokes relating to my pelvis like, "How did you get stress fractures there?"
I have one regular Service Dog (Truman, a Mastiff/Boxer mix) and Mobility Service Dog (Bessie, a Black Labrador). Bessie is still in training but she is already a wonderful help at home when I experience mobility issues.
Bessie came to me from Puppies for Parole via the Missouri Department of Corrections. Honestly, I am glad I had Truman first, because they worked with me on how to communicate with him, and maintain his training. The first time I met a friend with a Service Dog, her dog wrapped himself around me. And I said, "What's wrong with your dog?" She turned around and said, "what's wrong with you? You have PTSD don't you?" So, I filled out the application and then waited for the longest time, then found out they had apparently lost the application, so I filled another one out. I soon forgot about it. I then applied through Missouri Patriot Paws and I got a dog within a few months. I had a German Shepard as a pet, and she died nine months after I got Truman. They were best friends and he was whimpering...he missed her so much. I was like, do I get another dog for my dog? So, I prayed about it, and my husband is like "one dog's enough." But then the prison contact called me and they had a dog for me that they said was all trained up, and was sitting there waiting for me. She was trained for all of my disabilities...she was a mobility assistance dog and her graduation date was the same date as our wedding anniversary. So, I ended up going to meet her and when I did it was like love at first sight. I brought her home and she instantly bonded with Truman.
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