Thoughts on a service dog

Today, my aunt came up with an idea that was floating around in my head for a few days now. “What about a service dog for you?”
It would aid me in many different ways. I like to make lists so let’s do one with pros and cons for getting a service dog.

Pros

  • Aid in daily tasks
  • Provide me with protection when I’m alone in the city
  • Make me walk him or her when I don’t really feel like moving around too much
  • Give me reason to be proactive instead of being passive
  • Develop a close bond between the dog and myself when I am the one training him
  • Provide people with a clear visual image of the fact that I am in fact not drunk (most of the times)

Cons

  • Needs to be trained over the course of a few years
  • Weekly trips to the trainer
  • Food and other accessoires

So, apparently the Con list is much shorter than I initially expected it to be, as it is apparent that a trained service dog can be taken virtually everywhere. And no one will tell him or her to stay outside if I need him or her to be with me.

I like the idea of having a dog that takes care of me just as much as I take care of it.

You virtually start a family when you get a dog. - My mum

I like this idea of my mum. But it is never the less a quite lengthy process to find a suitable dog and to train him, it will be a challenge but nevertheless a challenge that I am willing to take on.

Till next time.

Horvi, the wonder treatment?

Horvi is a form of scorpio toxins that you can inject, spray or drink. It is meant to aid in my walking abilities. As there is no treatment available at the moment, I decided together with my alternative practitioner to try it out.

Nobody knows for sure what the mind is able to influence and how it works. “It’s about functioning properly, not to function perfectly.” I will keep you updated on my experiences with the wonder drug.

Quick recap of the last two days. They were extremely well days, I felt as good which I haven’t felt in a long time. But there is one thing that I simply couldn’t get out of my mind. The looks of bypassers when I look like I’m boarding my car in a drunk manner. I am always tempted to shout them in the face “Call the cops on me. I’m not drunk, I’m handicapped”, but when I try to get myself together to do something like this I always fail to go through with it.

Till next time.