
This delicious face, is Milo. 8 weeks old- March 4th 2012
(ok i’m really late in starting the posts). . . but i was so over joyed and busy there was just no time. So let me try and catch up. I had thought about Milo for years- wondering if a dog could actually help me with my panic. I already had Sydni my Wheaton Poodle combo that I got when the doctors told me to “get a dog” so I wouldn’t become home bound- but this was different. Even bigger in scope. The idea that if I had a dog and he went with me everywhere, that perhaps I would be able to venture out back into the world , further then I have been for 10 years sounded crazy, but color me crazy I wanted to try. Where exposure therapy helped a lot-(thanks to Libby Tennenbaum at Virtually Better) I still was a long way away from the freedom of being “normal”. So, after a lot of searching- I mean years, then researching I embarked on this new adventure to try to help myself become independant again and out of the circle of fear and panic. Thanks to Shannons Shamrock Kennels in South Carolina, my pick of the liter labradoodle was on it’s way home to me to eventually become my Service Dog. And this is what he looked like on that sunny day in March- eyes wide open and ready to meet his new mommie.
