…Or An Average Day In The Life Of A Service Dog
Being January, we’ve been getting snow. Now, yours truely does not get around well in snow. I’m far more prone to slipping and falling than your average person. It comes with certain kinds of disability, including mine.
That means on snowy or icy days, I rely a lot more on Hudson. I end up catching myself against his harness when I start to slip, or when I miss my footing.
Yesterday in particular, Hudson saved me from a very nasty fall. We have a spot of sidewalk that is broken up in a particularly nasty fashion. It appears that there was a tree there that grew too large and pushed up the sidewalk. At any rate, it means there’s a steep-sided little ‘hill’, with broken cement edges at the top that do a fantastic job of catching my feet. I had walked up it just fine, but as I was walking down, my feet just slid.
I ended up putting enough weight on Hudson’s harness to drive his butt to the ground and force his front legs wide. His belly was nearly in the snow.
And yet, he didn’t bolt out from under the pressure. I managed to keep myself from hitting the ground because of his support. Yeah, I tweaked my back a little, but I did a lot less damage to myself than if I had hit the ground.
I stopped out there, in the cold and snow and ice, and praised him and petted him for a good minute.
Thank you, boy. It’s times like these that point out just how well you do your job.