It has been a long time since I have been on here. It feels like ages. Truthfully, life seems to have gotten in the way. As I have stated in the past, most of you know that I suffer from anxiety and depression. My husband and I talked to our doctor about whether I would qualify for a service dog. Turns out I do.
Teddy is just 8 months old and he is an owner trained service dog in training. I’m struggling with him, not in the sense that he is bad but in the sense that people see him and they want to know whats wrong with me. Having Teddy is like this giant label and regardless I will carry my label as long as Teddy is with me because he does help. I feel like I got duped into thinking that normal does exist when truthfully it doesn’t. What do you think?