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How We Met?
Her first service dog, Hattrick, died in June 2003, leaving an unbelievable void in her everyday life. Immediately Hattrick's trainer began the arduous task of searching for a 'replacement' dog. The first three dogs just didn't make the grade, which is not unusual in the industry, so I'm told. Then along came me, Brie, a Lab/St. Bernard mix. I look just like a black lab except I have a white chest and a little white on each paw. My mom tends to lose her balance and fall at times and I immediately position my body in front of her so she can use me to balance on and get up. I stand as still as a statue. I suppose I'm an unusual mix, but I was so quick and bright, that the trainer called the owners of the mother back to see if all puppies had been sold. They had one left, which they had kept as their pet. However, because Angie was training these dogs for the disabled, they gladly parted with my brother, Bud. By the time we were 12 wks. old we had mastered all basic obedience skills/commands and we were turning the light switches on and off on command, opening the fridge, and "nosing" the button that automatically opens doors on public buildings. I came to live with my mom in November 2006 before I was even a year old. I love to learn new things and we have a "work session" a couple times a day for about 5-10 minutes each. My mom says that I have brought back to her life the independence that left when Hattrick died. She says I have really enriched each day for her and she can't imagine going to sleep or waking up without me on the floor by her side. Thankfully my brother, Bud, was placed in early December with a young girl who also has a seizure disorder and he is working out just fine for her.
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