Being disabled I
spend much time alone at home, so having a dog is a wonderful idea (that is if
you like dogs!). We have a rather large, ugly, heavy set, drooling, smelly dog,
who I utterly adore and wouldn't trade for all the tea in China. To tell the truth
I'm not much of a tea drinker, and rather prefer coffee, but I digress……….. we
initially got our dog in order to guard the house, but she soon won her way
into our hearts, and slowly has turned herself into an "assistance
dog". She was never formally trained for this task, but somehow over a
period of time as my health deteriorated, our dog's natural instincts picked up
on the fact that I am to be 'handled with care'. When I'm in pain, she'll come
and sit by my legs, resting her head on my knee, with huge doleful eyes looking
up into my face as if to let me know she understands. When I'm having a
particularly bad Parkinson's day and my balance is off making me unsteady, our
dog follows me around constantly from room to room, and she won't leave my
side, keeping a watchful eye on me. I have fallen several times, and on each
occasion she's immediately come to me, stands perfectly still by my shoulders,
allowing me to put my full weight on her as I pull myself up. So despite her
loud snoring, the perpetual drooling, and that the house permeates with
"odour cologne of dog", I can't imagine her not being a part of our
lives. Once you have been smitten by a Dogue de Bordeaux, your life, not to
mention your house, will never be the same again!
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