How about you go Fuck yourself…
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.
- 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)
- 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.
What I do on a bad day?! First off let us define a bad day. It is a day when I get up in the morning and the very second thing I do is I bump into the doorway, and it is not the kind of bump that you would just give away as a morning sickness kind of bump. No it is a full fledged shoulder bump which is involuntary. The next thing is my own feeling, not too well but not enough to be sick. Over the course of the day it is more a feeling of not wanting to move vs. simply unable to move properly.
This feeling results in me spending the day as uneventful as possible. I do not walk much, though I did do my laundry today, as well as cooked for myself. However, besides that I try not to move too much around. And what is a huge nono, I do not go out. I simply cannot stand people looking at me like I am some kind of drunk idiot just trying to reach his next drink. I try not to be that resentful towards people I do not know, but the judgement in the eyes of total strangers gives me the creeps.
Till next time.