In the wee morning hours, I woke-up crazy lady's household with incessant pacing, growling, and this strange, high-pitched yap. (Crazy lady calls it my "danger Will Robinson" bark) I was pushing against her legs and pointing at the front window. I have a history of warning others, so crazy lady took my behavior very seriously. When she looked outside, she thought she saw someone dressed in black, wearing a black hood and hiding in the bushes. This odd human had tripped the security lights, and he (or she) was trying to avoid the glare. Crazy lady had a hard time identifying this person in the dark-- was it human? a shadow? (yeah, too many horror stories are wrapped in her fuzzy brain)-- but as soon as they started to move up the street, I gave another high-pitched "yap" and crazy lady called the police.
We have had a lot of homes recently burglarized in our neighborhood, and the police did an immediate "area check." Although the police didn't find this lurking human, they were very impressed with my "alert" skills. You see, a lot of dogs will loudly bark, which is good and scary. I do this during the day, especially when Evil Ones (aka cats) venture onto the property. However, when it's dark or someone is dressed in all black (especially if they are wearing hoods or hats), I do a "high pitched yap" and find a human for help. Crazy lady suspects I've had some training-- but, I'm not saying a word. I prefer to keep my allure mystique.
After all, it's just another day-in-the-life of a working dog!
The hard working folks at Mango Minster divided the group into "boys" and "girls." Here was the original nomination by crazy lady:
"I had a sudden, unexpected change in my life about 5 months ago, which included slowly becoming paralyzed from the neck down. Sugar transitioned from a shy rescue dog to a fantastic service dog. She learned how to find help, carry my medications, go with me to medical appointments, and provide aid opening and closing doors. As a side benefit, she is also helping my father, who suffers from Parkinson's disease. I call her my unexpected "blessing and miracle"
You can read more about crazy lady's illness here and here and here. You can also read about how I help Grandpa here. Let's just say that I still have my moments of shyness, but I am comfortable on BART, Muni (including the 38 Geary bus, aka "crazy ride"), elevators, escalators (hah! take that, Loki!), busy streets, airports, medical laboratories, radiation rooms (even MRIs), pharmacies and even medical treatment rooms. I work as her "purse" when I carry her paperwork, medications and anything else she needs:I also work as her "cane," by making sure she doesn't fall and providing her with balance support. This is especially useful in elevators:And, I find help whenever she has a seizure or falls down. I am the definition of a strong, adaptable, smart, loving Working Girl. (I'm modest, too...;-)) Please take a moment to vote for me, and to pass the word to anyone else who might be interested. Not convinced? I dare you to watch this video and NOT feel warm-and-fuzzy: Voting ends tomorrow, Feb 5, at 5 pm EST. THANK YOU for your help! As always, my "fans" rock!
The official Mango Monster (oops, Minster) contest begins today. Go here to vote! I have been nominated for the Working Girl (technically "Working Dog") category, which will appear over the next couple of days. Crazy lady is very impressed with my quick transition from Shy Dog to Service Dog. I even learned how to find help, if she has a seizure! How cool am I?I'm not on the site, yet-- but I'll remind you to vote for me, once my category is posted on Mango Minster's site. Break-a-leg to all competitors!
I was found as a stray in Taiwan, in the company of 2 other dogs, with a wire band wrapped around my neck. I was by far the skinniest among the 3, because I was always the last one to eat whenever we could find food. A Canadian family took me in and worked with the Animal Rescue Team TAIWAN (http://www.savedogs.org/english/) to sponsor my travel to the United States. I was fostered by Judy, a wonderful lady who showed me kindness and helped with my shyness. I was later adopted by crazy lady Karen. She helps me make friends, and I am learning to trust again.
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