<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787155094312691359</id><updated>2012-01-25T17:45:18.625-05:00</updated><category term='clicker training'/><category term='spay maryland'/><category term='Thorn'/><category term='skills'/><category term='guide dogs'/><category term='dinner'/><category term='off-switch game'/><category term='Control Unleashed'/><category term='shelters'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='Heat stroke'/><category term='ADA'/><category term='DOJ'/><category term='Score'/><category term='Inara'/><category term='tugging'/><category term='Reading Program'/><category term='Odessa Rescue'/><category term='Indiana'/><category term='Ripley'/><category term='Sawyer&apos;s Turn'/><category term='Names'/><category term='disability'/><category term='MDA'/><category term='Booties'/><category term='Muscular Dystrophy'/><category term='Easy Walk Harness'/><category term='retrieving'/><category term='Chloe'/><category term='career change'/><category term='Disc'/><category term='rescue dog'/><category term='Australian shepherd'/><category term='presents'/><category term='family'/><category term='scooter'/><category term='video'/><category term='Dove'/><category term='Denver'/><category term='Program-trained'/><category term='Pippin'/><category term='blogs'/><category term='Doggles'/><category term='Vesta'/><category term='Self-trained'/><category term='GSA'/><category term='Gentle Leader'/><category term='Bryce'/><category term='Puppy raising'/><category term='Demonstration'/><category term='Ella&apos;s Leads'/><category term='Vote'/><category term='golden retriever'/><category term='fund-raising'/><category term='workshop'/><category term='Certification'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='service dog training'/><category term='Assistance dogs'/><category term='handicapped parking abuse'/><category term='Stuff we love'/><category term='Gibbs'/><category term='EVBB'/><category term='Tearoom'/><category term='blood donation'/><category term='cats'/><category term='Fry'/><category term='award'/><category term='Service Animals'/><category term='working'/><category term='critters'/><category term='Xander'/><category term='playing'/><category term='movie'/><category term='Therapy Dog'/><category term='pit bulls'/><category term='punishment'/><category term='poisoned cue'/><category term='Service Dog'/><category term='self-control'/><category term='Fidos For Freedom'/><category term='rabbits'/><category term='Flyball'/><category term='Hearing Dog'/><category term='collie'/><category term='Training treats'/><category term='reinforcing behavior'/><category term='Look At That game'/><category term='public access'/><category term='BADRAP'/><category term='SD vest'/><category term='SDiT'/><category term='Girl Scout cookies'/><category term='SSA'/><category term='Flying with SD'/><category term='Socialization'/><title type='text'>Service Dog Sawyer</title><subtitle type='html'>Experiences and thoughts from a   little red dog named Sawyer.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Service Dog Sawyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477643061550954535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J-FthkTErKY/SA9f6ukl_PI/AAAAAAAAADU/l8BzWGZVXXE/S220/Bean+avatar.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>133</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787155094312691359.post-4203598383361328680</id><published>2012-01-25T17:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T17:45:18.635-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been awhile....</title><content type='html'>but I'm back now. &amp;nbsp;It's been a little rough these last few months. &amp;nbsp;My big brother Xander crossed the rainbow bridge and Mom &amp;amp; Dad were having a rough time too. &amp;nbsp;They are no longer together. &amp;nbsp;I got custody of Dad. &amp;nbsp;Ripley, Inara, Score, Fig, Puzzle, Odd, those stupid cats, and the new girl(Trill) all got custody of Mom. &amp;nbsp;I miss Mom sometimes, but not those other four legged things. &amp;nbsp;Dad's family in MD didn't want to help him, at all, so we had to move 4.5 hours away to VA. &amp;nbsp;We now live in an apartment, with no yard, with my big sister Jessi(Dad's daughter). &amp;nbsp;She's happy because she doesn't have to live on base anymore, she's in the Navy stationed in Norfolk, VA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;an 23, 2012....Well the first week at our new home went pretty good...met some of my big sister's friends(there was something about Navy, but I don't know what color that is)...begining of this week dad went a little nutso, but he seems better now...he said something about loose ends being tied and moving on. Not sure what that means, but I hope he's happy when he's done....I don't really like it when dad yells.....oh, and the bestest part, I'm the only dog so I get all the pets and attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;OMG OMG OMG...dad says we're going out tomorrow....he say it supposed to be 64, but I heard 61....I hope he remembers to charge the scooter tonight....I think I'm getting a little fat, I need to exercise more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Jan 24, 2012...Didn't get to go out today, wasn't quite warm enough for dad with the breeze. He said he's going to throw my ball thingy down the hall for me when I'm done here. Oh, Mom will be proud, I learned how to push the button to open the trash can today and no, not to get into it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Today....Last night Dad said he found as sports bar .4 miles from home, so when it gets warmer, I'll be able to get back in shape. &amp;nbsp;Maybe even help Dad find someone new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1787155094312691359-4203598383361328680?l=servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/feeds/4203598383361328680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1787155094312691359&amp;postID=4203598383361328680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/4203598383361328680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/4203598383361328680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-been-awhileom.html' title='It&apos;s been awhile....'/><author><name>Sawyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03078697208826804109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787155094312691359.post-2945183653258816993</id><published>2011-05-05T22:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T23:02:03.671-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flying with SD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vesta'/><title type='text'>News...</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone, long time, no see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/28382682@N07/5692312532/" title="Spring 2011 432 by TheRedQueen4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5066/5692312532_754aafe961.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="Spring 2011 432"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess I never came on and finished the story of Vesta. After she and Inara got into two separate scuffles (the second time, Inara required stitches), we decided that she was not cut out for Service Work-there were other reasons. She obviously couldn't stay here, for everyone's safety and peace of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she went back to Odessa Rescue, and was adopted by her former foster home...she's happy as a loved pet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/28382682@N07/5691742457/" title="Spring 2011 391 by TheRedQueen4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5224/5691742457_422c3a45c5.jpg" width="387" height="500" alt="Spring 2011 391"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our big news for the spring is that John and I get to fly for the first time. John flew years ago, back with his first SD, Charlie. But never with me. I've been on a plane, and been through security...so at least I have some idea of what to expect. MDA is flying us out and putting us up in a nice hotel in Los Angeles. John is going to participate in a study for a new medication for his Becker's Muscular Dystrophy. Mom has to stay home and work...so John's mom, my grandma, is going with us. We're very excited! Mom told John to get LOTS of pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SDS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1787155094312691359-2945183653258816993?l=servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/feeds/2945183653258816993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1787155094312691359&amp;postID=2945183653258816993' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/2945183653258816993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/2945183653258816993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/2011/05/news.html' title='News...'/><author><name>Service Dog Sawyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477643061550954535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J-FthkTErKY/SA9f6ukl_PI/AAAAAAAAADU/l8BzWGZVXXE/S220/Bean+avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5066/5692312532_754aafe961_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787155094312691359.post-8063126344116745996</id><published>2010-12-03T22:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T22:14:54.530-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flyball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SDiT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vesta'/><title type='text'>Vesta's first flyball tournament</title><content type='html'>Miss Vesta is going with us to the flyball tournament in York, PA this weekend. This will be her first time at such an event...and we're hoping she handles it well. Flyball is noisy and there are a lot of dogs and people to sniff/say hi to. Mom is bringing lots of Kongs and treat-dispensing toys for her, to keep her busy in her crate while we're racing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish us all luck!&lt;br /&gt;~SDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS...for more info on the tournament: &lt;a href="http://flyball.fission2.com/York%20Expo%20Dec%202010/welcomeletter2010.htm"&gt;Jet Set Flyball&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1787155094312691359-8063126344116745996?l=servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/feeds/8063126344116745996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1787155094312691359&amp;postID=8063126344116745996' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/8063126344116745996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/8063126344116745996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/2010/12/vestas-first-flyball-tournament.html' title='Vesta&apos;s first flyball tournament'/><author><name>Service Dog Sawyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477643061550954535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J-FthkTErKY/SA9f6ukl_PI/AAAAAAAAADU/l8BzWGZVXXE/S220/Bean+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787155094312691359.post-3039684194224602399</id><published>2010-11-30T21:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T21:34:39.086-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Odessa Rescue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='golden retriever'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vesta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='service dog training'/><title type='text'>Vesta's progress...</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to name the new girl "Vesta" as it was our favorite here, and her new partner liked that best. *AND* she responds quite well to it...like she's known that name all of her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that we never added any info about where she came from, and what's going on with her...so here ya go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom got an email a little while ago, from a reader of this blog...seems that she  lives in the same area, and was looking for a SD for her son. She got turned away at the local SD group, because her son has multiple disabilities. Mom thought she was equal to the task, and we met up with them a few weeks ago. We discussed dogs and what they could do to help him. Xander and I were delighted, because as the humans talked, they all threw tennis balls for us! Xander and I told mom that we had to help them! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom put out a plea for a dog on her Facebook profile, and received many responses with dogs for adoption. She chose a likely candidate from a rescue that we work with, based in Northern VA: &lt;a href="http://www.petfinder.com/shelters/VA440.html"&gt;Odessa Rescue and Rehabilitation&lt;/a&gt;. We arranged a transport, sight-unseen from her foster home in the Virginia Beach area, up to us...here in the Baltimore area. Thanks again to everyone at Odessa Rescue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Miss golden girl arrived last Wednesday, right in the middle of the Thanksgiving holiday...which is why there were no updates last week! She's handled everything in stride...a very good girl indeed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a tall girl, which we needed, as she's going to be a balance dog. She's calm in the crate and in the house. She leaves the cats alone, and likes to play with the other dogs...her only big problem right now is that she'll moan and groan when she sees people that might just pet her...she moans at John when she first sees him...every day! (we got into a bit of a scuffle yesterday, as she was trying to climb on the couch to see him...WHILE I WAS LYING THERE!) Nothing much phases her...even John's scooter moving doesn't spook her. She went on a trip to Petco yesterday, with mom and after some intial excitement, she calmed down and walked quietly with her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From mom: "She's a lovely girl, and I'm looking forward to her training. I'm not a golden retriever fan, but honestly...if I were to get one, she'd be the type." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SDS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1787155094312691359-3039684194224602399?l=servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/feeds/3039684194224602399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1787155094312691359&amp;postID=3039684194224602399' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/3039684194224602399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/3039684194224602399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/2010/11/vestas-progress.html' title='Vesta&apos;s progress...'/><author><name>Service Dog Sawyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477643061550954535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J-FthkTErKY/SA9f6ukl_PI/AAAAAAAAADU/l8BzWGZVXXE/S220/Bean+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787155094312691359.post-8224553503244236110</id><published>2010-11-29T20:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T21:00:19.934-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SDiT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='golden retriever'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='service dog training'/><title type='text'>The New Girl</title><content type='html'>Here she is!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/28382682@N07/5219168115/" title="Golden girl  by TheRedQueen4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5205/5219168115_91c6aa740a.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="Golden girl " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're still working on a new name for this beautiful blonde bombshell...we're taking suggestions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going with a mythology theme...here are the ideas we've had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vesta (Roman goddess of Hearth and Home)&lt;br /&gt;Juno (queen of the gods)&lt;br /&gt;Pax (goddess of peace)&lt;br /&gt;Freya (Norse goddess of love)&lt;br /&gt;Athena (goddess of wisdom)&lt;br /&gt;Amica (Ah-mee-ka)(Latin for friend)&lt;br /&gt;Aine (Ahn-yah)(Irish goddess of love, summer, wealth)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a wonderful girl, but is going to need a lot of work...she needs basic manners training so far! But she's picking it all up very quickly! I'll post more about her later this week! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SDS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1787155094312691359-8224553503244236110?l=servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/feeds/8224553503244236110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1787155094312691359&amp;postID=8224553503244236110' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/8224553503244236110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/8224553503244236110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/2010/11/new-girl.html' title='The New Girl'/><author><name>Service Dog Sawyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477643061550954535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J-FthkTErKY/SA9f6ukl_PI/AAAAAAAAADU/l8BzWGZVXXE/S220/Bean+avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5205/5219168115_91c6aa740a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787155094312691359.post-8965049243720541334</id><published>2010-11-17T08:37:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T08:41:49.362-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SDiT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='golden retriever'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self-trained'/><title type='text'>A new SDiT!</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since we've have new SDiT news! Mom is going to be training a SD for a young man with CP. It's been a while since she's trained any SD skills...hopefully she's not too rusty. I'll have to revert back to my old, untrained ways to help her along!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dog is already picked out...a young, female golden retriever from a rescue group in VA...more info to come...along with lots of pics, of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'll be staying with us for the intial training and socializing, and then when she's ready, she'll head to her new home. We're very excited about this...and we'll definitely keep everyone posted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SDS...off to get into mischief, to keep mom on her toes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1787155094312691359-8965049243720541334?l=servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/feeds/8965049243720541334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1787155094312691359&amp;postID=8965049243720541334' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/8965049243720541334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/8965049243720541334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/2010/11/new-sdit.html' title='A new SDiT!'/><author><name>Service Dog Sawyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477643061550954535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J-FthkTErKY/SA9f6ukl_PI/AAAAAAAAADU/l8BzWGZVXXE/S220/Bean+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787155094312691359.post-5496993924868045767</id><published>2010-11-09T23:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T23:37:51.132-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired feet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/28382682@N07/5163420724/" title="Bean feet by TheRedQueen4, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1322/5163420724_f08273f626.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Bean feet" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SDS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1787155094312691359-5496993924868045767?l=servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/feeds/5496993924868045767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1787155094312691359&amp;postID=5496993924868045767' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/5496993924868045767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/5496993924868045767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/2010/11/tired-feet.html' title='Tired feet'/><author><name>Service Dog Sawyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477643061550954535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J-FthkTErKY/SA9f6ukl_PI/AAAAAAAAADU/l8BzWGZVXXE/S220/Bean+avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1322/5163420724_f08273f626_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787155094312691359.post-5720727836599218780</id><published>2010-11-06T14:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T14:27:38.514-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Assistance dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guide dogs'/><title type='text'>How hard is this job?</title><content type='html'>Check out this great video...would you be able to do my job?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lxwJ2GgtDHs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lxwJ2GgtDHs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;~Service Dog Sawyer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1787155094312691359-5720727836599218780?l=servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/feeds/5720727836599218780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1787155094312691359&amp;postID=5720727836599218780' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/5720727836599218780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/5720727836599218780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/2010/11/how-hard-is-this-job.html' title='How hard is this job?'/><author><name>Service Dog Sawyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477643061550954535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J-FthkTErKY/SA9f6ukl_PI/AAAAAAAAADU/l8BzWGZVXXE/S220/Bean+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787155094312691359.post-433090416380156418</id><published>2010-07-08T11:32:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T11:34:07.341-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Assistance dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clicker training'/><title type='text'>Dog Shopping!</title><content type='html'>Maybe one day Mom and John will let me drive, so I can shop like these dogs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qXYAV_Agbms&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qXYAV_Agbms&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it looks like the Viszla in the video is a trained Assistance Dog! Cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1ptu8xn3UVM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1ptu8xn3UVM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1787155094312691359-433090416380156418?l=servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/feeds/433090416380156418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1787155094312691359&amp;postID=433090416380156418' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/433090416380156418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/433090416380156418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/2010/07/dog-shopping.html' title='Dog Shopping!'/><author><name>Service Dog Sawyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477643061550954535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J-FthkTErKY/SA9f6ukl_PI/AAAAAAAAADU/l8BzWGZVXXE/S220/Bean+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787155094312691359.post-3952843463551386320</id><published>2010-05-15T18:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T18:54:17.997-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Service Dog'/><title type='text'>Sawyer howling with the sirens</title><content type='html'>Mom, John and I all went to the Reisterstown "Bloomin' Art Fest" today. Walked around looking at vendors, getting petted, generally enjoying ourselves. I even got a new tag for my collar (I broke off my old one). Mom found it funny to video tape me as I was howling with the fire engine that went by while we were out. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DBQZz8Qi8n8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DBQZz8Qi8n8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1787155094312691359-3952843463551386320?l=servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/feeds/3952843463551386320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1787155094312691359&amp;postID=3952843463551386320' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/3952843463551386320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/3952843463551386320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/2010/05/sawyer-howling-with-sirens.html' title='Sawyer howling with the sirens'/><author><name>Service Dog Sawyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477643061550954535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J-FthkTErKY/SA9f6ukl_PI/AAAAAAAAADU/l8BzWGZVXXE/S220/Bean+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787155094312691359.post-8998092837617423707</id><published>2010-05-10T21:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T21:16:02.457-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Service Animals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guide dogs'/><title type='text'>Don't Disturb The Ones That Are Working</title><content type='html'>What a fantastic video! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9_Vb7y8Omf8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9_Vb7y8Omf8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1787155094312691359-8998092837617423707?l=servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/feeds/8998092837617423707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1787155094312691359&amp;postID=8998092837617423707' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/8998092837617423707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/8998092837617423707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/2010/05/dont-disturb-ones-that-are-working.html' title='Don&apos;t Disturb The Ones That Are Working'/><author><name>Service Dog Sawyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477643061550954535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J-FthkTErKY/SA9f6ukl_PI/AAAAAAAAADU/l8BzWGZVXXE/S220/Bean+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787155094312691359.post-5108827681515710849</id><published>2010-01-19T14:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T15:02:21.526-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retrieving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clicker training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='service dog training'/><title type='text'>Video: Working on a new skill</title><content type='html'>Mom sometimes leaves the cordless home phone on the kitchen table, where John can't reach it...if he's already sitting on the couch and comfy, it's hard for him to get up just to get the phone. So Mom said that we need to work on having me retrieve the phone off of the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already know a go-out (to move away from John), and a "Paws" cue (to put front paws up on things) and the retrieve (to pick up the object and return to John holding the object). I also know the word "phone" What John had to do was click me for going to the table and then for putting my feet up and then retrieving. Essentially stringing together things that I already know. The video is from the middle of the training session we had the other day...I hope you enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom says to mention that this is a great illustration of why clicker training is so wonderfully easy for people with disabilities to train their own dogs. John stays put on the couch, and Mom just helps a bit with putting the phone back in place (and she signals me once with her hand to help me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ESeYt3ubNp0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ESeYt3ubNp0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1787155094312691359-5108827681515710849?l=servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/feeds/5108827681515710849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1787155094312691359&amp;postID=5108827681515710849' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/5108827681515710849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/5108827681515710849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/2010/01/video-working-on-new-skill.html' title='Video: Working on a new skill'/><author><name>Service Dog Sawyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477643061550954535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J-FthkTErKY/SA9f6ukl_PI/AAAAAAAAADU/l8BzWGZVXXE/S220/Bean+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787155094312691359.post-6620033740351039613</id><published>2010-01-04T10:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T10:26:53.612-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clicker training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='service dog training'/><title type='text'>Video: targeting a door</title><content type='html'>Here's a nice little video for today...featuring one of our flyball friends, Kodi the poodle. He's working on paw targeting for flyball, but it's just like targeting for shutting a door, for those Service Dogs out there! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His mom is clicking and treating for two paws up on the target (duct tape on the door)...you can see her tossing the treats to him, so he stays in place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ILg9WtrFzd4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ILg9WtrFzd4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clicker training is so fun and easy...Kodi's mom can click/treat and handle the camera all at the same time! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;~SDS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1787155094312691359-6620033740351039613?l=servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/feeds/6620033740351039613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1787155094312691359&amp;postID=6620033740351039613' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/6620033740351039613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/6620033740351039613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/2010/01/video-targeting-door.html' title='Video: targeting a door'/><author><name>Service Dog Sawyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477643061550954535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J-FthkTErKY/SA9f6ukl_PI/AAAAAAAAADU/l8BzWGZVXXE/S220/Bean+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787155094312691359.post-196277212613281250</id><published>2010-01-02T10:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T10:29:51.306-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public access'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Service Dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='service dog training'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>We went out with friends on New Year's Eve...a first time for us! We went to a pub that had a live band and a breakfast buffet...it was really fun! When we got in there, and the humans were getting their IDs checked, the security guy said..."I assume you got permission already?" All the humans were puzzled, and finally realized that he was talking about ME! :) They assured him that yes, I was a Service Dog and could be in there, and he got a bit embarrassed and said..."well, I didn't know..." We assured him that it was fine...and Mom told him that I didn't have ID to check. (Mom embarrasses ME sometimes!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We actually scored a table too...amazing since there were ten humans. I love sitting at tables, as I know where to go...and what to do. I'm really good about going "under". I got right under, turned around so I could watch all of the drunk people later in the night and got settled. (like Mom) John was the designated driver for the night...so he got to watch all of the drunk people too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The band was great...and played OLD music (Mom loved it, she said it was 80's). I mostly napped through the music...and only woke up when some cute girl wanted to pet me (John loves that part of having a Service Dog!). (I put a link to the band up above...just click the header.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love going out...and this was no exception! What fun! :)&lt;br /&gt;~SDS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1787155094312691359-196277212613281250?l=servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.thereaganyears.com/members2.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/feeds/196277212613281250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1787155094312691359&amp;postID=196277212613281250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/196277212613281250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/196277212613281250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Service Dog Sawyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477643061550954535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J-FthkTErKY/SA9f6ukl_PI/AAAAAAAAADU/l8BzWGZVXXE/S220/Bean+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787155094312691359.post-1420764761362140105</id><published>2009-12-29T22:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T22:19:54.501-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public access'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Service Dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Went to a movie today...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s273.photobucket.com/albums/jj204/TheRedQueen4/Fiber%20and%20Tunes/?action=view&amp;current=VisitingdogsDogwalkingdogsEaster289.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj204/TheRedQueen4/Fiber%20and%20Tunes/VisitingdogsDogwalkingdogsEaster289.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went and saw Sherlock Holmes today, since we got some gift cards for the movies for Christmas. John wanted to see Avatar, but that was sold out. It's been a while since we've been to the movies...but I was a very good boy. Mom brought me a comfy bed (I got a new one for Christmas!)...and I settled in, after a few pieces of popcorn (what's a movie without popcorn!?!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did really like the Kraken monster in the trailer for Clash of the Titans...but then I fell asleep through Sherlock Holmes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was sold out also, and there was a teenage boy sitting in the row of chairs near the accessible spot. So John pulled in, got me settled, and we asked if he could move, so we could all sit together. He wasn't sure what to do...but once his friends/family all showed up, they very nicely found another set of seats. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, we went to Starbucks so John could get a hot chai. A woman near the doorway said, "oh, how did the dog like the movie?" John said, "he slept through it...he usually does." She explained that her son was in the movie theater with us, and saw me...and told his mom about me. John was very nice and let the son give me some petting...as they were very polite. I enjoyed the petting! I love saying hi to people! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we're home, and I'm crashed on the couch next to John...it was a busy day! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SDS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1787155094312691359-1420764761362140105?l=servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/feeds/1420764761362140105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1787155094312691359&amp;postID=1420764761362140105' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/1420764761362140105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/1420764761362140105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/2009/12/went-to-movie-today.html' title='Went to a movie today...'/><author><name>Service Dog Sawyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477643061550954535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J-FthkTErKY/SA9f6ukl_PI/AAAAAAAAADU/l8BzWGZVXXE/S220/Bean+avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj204/TheRedQueen4/Fiber%20and%20Tunes/th_VisitingdogsDogwalkingdogsEaster289.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787155094312691359.post-4966486577562857692</id><published>2009-12-28T18:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T18:04:47.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holidays!</title><content type='html'>We're a little late this year...our Christmas cards got stuck in the mail due to the snow...but here's the photo for the card this year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone had a great holiday season and a wonderful 2009!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s273.photobucket.com/albums/jj204/TheRedQueen4/Xmas%2009/?action=view&amp;current=Xmascard09050.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj204/TheRedQueen4/Xmas%2009/Xmascard09050.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(L to R) Inara, Score, Figment (on top), Ripley (on bottom), Xander and me...Sawyer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holidays from all of us!&lt;br /&gt;~SDS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1787155094312691359-4966486577562857692?l=servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/feeds/4966486577562857692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1787155094312691359&amp;postID=4966486577562857692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/4966486577562857692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/4966486577562857692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy Holidays!'/><author><name>Service Dog Sawyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477643061550954535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J-FthkTErKY/SA9f6ukl_PI/AAAAAAAAADU/l8BzWGZVXXE/S220/Bean+avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj204/TheRedQueen4/Xmas%2009/th_Xmascard09050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787155094312691359.post-4526382537155066352</id><published>2009-12-28T10:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T10:32:57.525-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public access'/><title type='text'>After our long winter's nap...</title><content type='html'>We're GOING OUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, John gets really cold, really easily...so he doesn't like to go out much in the winter. But I get bored at home, and start going stir-crazy. I don't like to go out and run around with the other dogs, unless John is out there. So we both sit on the couch all day not, or lay in bed. Not a bad life, but a dog does get bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Mom is kicking us out today. She said, "There is no snow, the weather is milder, go OUT!" We're going to head to the library and then maybe go wander around Wal-mart or something...somewhere big and warm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while (almost a month) since I've worn my cape and vest...of course I'm always working in the house...but I do like to get out and about! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish us luck!&lt;br /&gt;~SDS (ready to rumble!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1787155094312691359-4526382537155066352?l=servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/feeds/4526382537155066352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1787155094312691359&amp;postID=4526382537155066352' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/4526382537155066352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/4526382537155066352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/2009/12/after-our-long-winters-nap.html' title='After our long winter&apos;s nap...'/><author><name>Service Dog Sawyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477643061550954535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J-FthkTErKY/SA9f6ukl_PI/AAAAAAAAADU/l8BzWGZVXXE/S220/Bean+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787155094312691359.post-2400258089479359629</id><published>2009-12-17T16:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T16:26:04.036-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presents'/><title type='text'>Opening Secret Santa gifts...</title><content type='html'>Happy Holidays everyone! Sorry to have been so absent lately...I know I keep saying that. I hope 2009 was a good year for everyone...I know it was for me! John and I did a lot of fun things this past year. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured you'd all enjoy this little video of me n' John opening a Secret Santa package for me. I love Christmas and getting goodies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ofEzYN1eNno&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ofEzYN1eNno&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1787155094312691359-2400258089479359629?l=servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/feeds/2400258089479359629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1787155094312691359&amp;postID=2400258089479359629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/2400258089479359629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/2400258089479359629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/2009/12/opening-secret-santa-gifts.html' title='Opening Secret Santa gifts...'/><author><name>Service Dog Sawyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477643061550954535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J-FthkTErKY/SA9f6ukl_PI/AAAAAAAAADU/l8BzWGZVXXE/S220/Bean+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787155094312691359.post-1193096013047923150</id><published>2009-09-17T11:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T11:39:57.404-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Toxic chemicals in pet products</title><content type='html'>This just came across an email list that we're on...(Mom n' Me). I wanted to share it with everyone...it lists different pet products that this group has tested for toxic chemicals. Scary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.healthystuff.org/departments/pets/index.php"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HealthyStuff&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya soon!&lt;br /&gt;~SDS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1787155094312691359-1193096013047923150?l=servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/feeds/1193096013047923150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1787155094312691359&amp;postID=1193096013047923150' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/1193096013047923150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/1193096013047923150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/2009/09/toxic-chemicals-in-pet-products.html' title='Toxic chemicals in pet products'/><author><name>Service Dog Sawyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477643061550954535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J-FthkTErKY/SA9f6ukl_PI/AAAAAAAAADU/l8BzWGZVXXE/S220/Bean+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787155094312691359.post-4360056957948955796</id><published>2009-08-23T21:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T21:58:30.839-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tearoom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Muscular Dystrophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fund-raising'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MDA'/><title type='text'>We love tea!</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just had to tell you all about our favorite new place to have tea: &lt;a href="http://www.sweetsimplicitea.com/"&gt;Sweet Simplici-tea&lt;/a&gt;. We all went there last week for John and Mom's birthdays...and we love this place. (though they didn't give me a taste at ALL!) The owners were super nice to me, and even offered me a bowl of water! (I didn't get any...I rarely drink in public...I'm weird)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...I wanted to post about this place, because we're going to be there on Saturday...because they're having a fund-raiser for Muscular Dystrophy (MDA). Since this is what John has...he was very excited. Mom's going to be out of town, so John and I will be going by ourselves. If you're interested, give the tearoom a call and make reservations! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SDS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1787155094312691359-4360056957948955796?l=servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.sweetsimplicitea.com/' title='We love tea!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/feeds/4360056957948955796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1787155094312691359&amp;postID=4360056957948955796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/4360056957948955796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/4360056957948955796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/2009/08/we-love-tea.html' title='We love tea!'/><author><name>Service Dog Sawyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477643061550954535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J-FthkTErKY/SA9f6ukl_PI/AAAAAAAAADU/l8BzWGZVXXE/S220/Bean+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787155094312691359.post-3911405694474473775</id><published>2009-08-16T17:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T18:10:31.518-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doggles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Assistance dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Booties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heat stroke'/><title type='text'>It's hot...</title><content type='html'>John and I have been trying to stay inside and stay cool lately. It's hard on all of us when the weather gets hot like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s569.photobucket.com/albums/ss131/svcdogsawyer/July%2009/?action=view&amp;current=July09022.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss131/svcdogsawyer/July%2009/July09022.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Me n' John checking out a big rig at the county fair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom said that I should put out some heat-related reminders for those other Service Dogs out there...things to remind your human partners about! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Watch out for the asphalt and other surfaces!&lt;/strong&gt; Any human who has gone barefoot on black-top knows how hot it gets...(Mom remembers walking on the painted lines on the road to avoid the heat as a kid). If you are an assistance dog, chances are, you'll be in parking lots and on sidewalks a lot with your human partner. Remind them that you shouldn't have to stand too long on those surfaces...it's hot on a dog's feet too! Have them put &lt;a href="http://www.ruffwear.com/Barkn-Boots-Skyliner;jsessionid=0a010c451f43ee5bb29d2e224803926f800331575e69.e3eTaxiMa38Te34Obi0?sc=2&amp;category=11"&gt;booties&lt;/a&gt; on you if being on hot surfaces is unavoidable for long periods of time! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Bring lots of water!&lt;/strong&gt; (and bowls) John and Mom always have water in the cars, and John keeps a &lt;a href="http://www.ruffwear.com/Quencher-trade_2?sc=2&amp;category=10"&gt;fabric water bowl &lt;/a&gt;in his scooter pack at all times. This way, I can get a drink if we're out in the heat. Since I'm not good about getting a drink in public, Mom also gets me &lt;a href="http://www.k9-quencher.com/"&gt;flavored powders &lt;/a&gt;to mix into my water to make it taste good! (like those little packets that Mom carries for herself...mine are hot-dog flavored instead of lemonade!) If we're out for a long day...Mom will fill a short, squat thermos with water, so the lid just has to be removed for me to drink my fill. John carries that on the floorboard of his scooter! (handy, isn't he?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Watch for signs of heat exhaustion&lt;/strong&gt; Some of us are prone to over-doing it when we work or play. We dogs don't always know when to quit. So #1 is for our humans to keep an eye on us and make us stop before things go wrong! #2 is to watch for signs of heat-related problems and #3 is for our humans to read up on such problems and know what to do if something occurs! Here is a great site with lots of info! &lt;a href="http://dogs.about.com/od/dogandpuppyhealth/qt/heatstroke.htm"&gt;Dogs and Heat Stroke&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Protect the eyes!&lt;/strong&gt; If you spend a lot of time outside, and it's bright and sunny, you might want to have your human get sunglasses for you. I have a pair of &lt;a href="http://doggles.com/"&gt;Doggles&lt;/a&gt; that John keeps handy for him, in case we're going to be out in the sun. It keeps me from squinting a lot, and since I get lots of attention and treats when I wear them, I don't mind so much! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any other ideas for staying cool and comfortable in this heat? Feel free to post them in the comments section! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SDS (lying on the couch in the air conditioning!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1787155094312691359-3911405694474473775?l=servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/feeds/3911405694474473775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1787155094312691359&amp;postID=3911405694474473775' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/3911405694474473775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/3911405694474473775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-hot.html' title='It&apos;s hot...'/><author><name>Service Dog Sawyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477643061550954535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J-FthkTErKY/SA9f6ukl_PI/AAAAAAAAADU/l8BzWGZVXXE/S220/Bean+avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss131/svcdogsawyer/July%2009/th_July09022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787155094312691359.post-3823846129476575253</id><published>2009-07-15T13:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T13:06:44.756-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Service Animals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retrieving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Therapy Dog'/><title type='text'>A fun therapy visit!</title><content type='html'>Sorry to have been away for so long! It's been a busy summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to tell you all today about the fun visit we did last night! Mom and I went to Kennedy Krieger for our monthly therapy dog visit. I've never done this visit, Rip and Xander always get to go instead. But mom says that maybe I'll get to go all of the time from now on...because I was so good at it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left John behind with Xander to help him at home...and we went off to bring some smiles to the kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a lot of kids there that were very excited to meet us...and one kid in particular got a kick out of my retrieving skills. Mom gave him a fabric key chain to throw for me...and he'd send it flying across the floor...and I'd run to get it and bring it back to mom for a treat. What fun! I've never heard such squeals of delight! Then he wanted to walk me...so mom let him hold the leash down by my harness, as she held the handle end...she pushed him around the room in his wheelchair, while I walked politely by his side. We did lots of loops, and mom made him say "Watch Your FEET!" to me every time (I mean, I know how to watch out for the wheels...but mom made a game out of it...for the kid!). If I lagged a bit, she told him to say "Come on BEAN!" It was so much fun! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that I have two fun jobs...Service Dog first and foremost, and Therapy Dog second. It was so much fun to use my skills as a service dog to bring smiles to the kids' faces. I can't wait to go back next month! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SDS&lt;br /&gt;*all worn out from last night*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1787155094312691359-3823846129476575253?l=servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/feeds/3823846129476575253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1787155094312691359&amp;postID=3823846129476575253' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/3823846129476575253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/3823846129476575253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/2009/07/fun-therapy-visit.html' title='A fun therapy visit!'/><author><name>Service Dog Sawyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477643061550954535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J-FthkTErKY/SA9f6ukl_PI/AAAAAAAAADU/l8BzWGZVXXE/S220/Bean+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787155094312691359.post-1372988481412691412</id><published>2009-06-17T14:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T14:41:26.386-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public access'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>We're on vacation!</title><content type='html'>John and I are out in Ocean City for a few days...and we're not near a computer. So no pics yet...but hopefully there will be some to post when we get back. We're having a great time...though we've had some accessibility issues with the campground. (who doesn't put in a ramp in this day and age?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya soon!&lt;br /&gt;~SDS (rolling on the sandy beaches!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1787155094312691359-1372988481412691412?l=servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/feeds/1372988481412691412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1787155094312691359&amp;postID=1372988481412691412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/1372988481412691412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/1372988481412691412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/2009/06/were-on-vacation.html' title='We&apos;re on vacation!'/><author><name>Service Dog Sawyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477643061550954535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J-FthkTErKY/SA9f6ukl_PI/AAAAAAAAADU/l8BzWGZVXXE/S220/Bean+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787155094312691359.post-6217699110419478322</id><published>2009-06-12T09:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T09:45:53.794-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SSA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Service Dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ADA'/><title type='text'>The end of the fight?</title><content type='html'>We finally heard back from the Social Security office this past week. The supervisor called and apologized to John (no formal written apology), and said he'd take John's advice about using the ADA definition of Service Dogs from now on in the office. Everything sounded good and he seemed to be getting a clue about Service Dogs...but then he had to go and ruin it by saying, "Yeah, and next time you come in, just give us a call firs, so we know you're coming." Um...why? *eye roll*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we did hear from the main SSA office...who were extremely apologetic, and also said that they'd use the ADA description from now on also. The office of the Inspector General had called them after getting John's complaint. So the wheels are turning slowly, but they are turning...and the parties involved are calling to apologize. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are looking up. Now we just have to "lose" John's Social Security card so he has an excuse for going back into that office...with no phone call in advance of course. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SDS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1787155094312691359-6217699110419478322?l=servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/feeds/6217699110419478322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1787155094312691359&amp;postID=6217699110419478322' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/6217699110419478322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/6217699110419478322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/2009/06/end-of-fight.html' title='The end of the fight?'/><author><name>Service Dog Sawyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477643061550954535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J-FthkTErKY/SA9f6ukl_PI/AAAAAAAAADU/l8BzWGZVXXE/S220/Bean+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787155094312691359.post-7587665048517137166</id><published>2009-06-04T16:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T16:45:53.869-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BADRAP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pit bulls'/><title type='text'>Why people, animal lovers, simply cannot move on from what Vick did...</title><content type='html'>I'll be back this weekend with more Service Dog stuff...but for today...a post from the BADRAP blog about *Why people, animal lovers, simply cannot move on from what Vick did...* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following quotes are directly from the BADRAP blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blog reader writes into the BADRAP blog with this question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello. I have been following the Michael Vick story and am wondering where BADRAP stands. I didn't see anything on the badrap.org web site. I read in the news that the HSUS has met with him. Since BADRAP took in so many of his beautiful dogs, I thought you guys would be worth listening to on the topic. Is there any indication that he is sincere and recognizes how bad his actions were? Has he actually done anything to show remorse for his cruelty to the dogs you took in? My gut-reaction is to be very dubious. There's just too much money at stake for him if no NFL team will take him on because of this. I think that any public-service ad he does for the HSUS is too little ... too easy. But, I'm just an observer in the whole mess. You guys saw it up-close and I would trust your judgment on the current situation."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Donna's, co-founder of BADRAP, an organization that took a good number of the Vick dogs, response:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"From me (Donna) - I admit I'm stuck on this one because I just can't get myself away from the swimming pool in Vick's yard. I first learned about it while riding in the back seat of a federal agent's car that sweltering Tuesday back in Sept 07. The agent was assigned with escorting us to the various Virginia shelters so we could evaluate "the evidence" otherwise known as 49 pit bulls - now known as cherished family pets: Hector, Uba, Jhumpa, Georgia, Sweet Jasmine and the rest. I'm not sure if sharing insider information with us was kosher, but you know how driving down long country roads can get you talking. I imagine she just needed to get some things off her chest. She said she was having trouble sleeping since the day they exhumed the bodies on the Moonlight Road property. She said that when she watched the investigators uncover the shallow graves, she was compelled to want to climb in and pick up the decomposing dogs and comfort and cradle them. She knew that was crazy talk, and she was grappling with trying to understand such a surprising impulse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her candor set the tone for this entire saga. Everyone we worked with was deeply affected by the case. The details that got to me then and stay with me today involve the swimming pool that was used to kill some of the dogs. Jumper cables were clipped onto the ears of underperforming dogs, then, just like with a car, the cables were connected to the terminals of car batteries before lifting and tossing the shamed dogs into the water. Most of Vick's dogs were small - 40lbs or so - so tossing them in would've been fast and easy work for thick athlete arms. We don't know how many suffered this premeditated murder, but the damage to the pool walls tells a story. It seems that while they were scrambling to escape, they scratched and clawed at the pool liner and bit at the dented aluminum sides like a hungry dog on a tin can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wear some pretty thick skin during our work with dogs, but I can't shake my minds-eye image of a little black dog splashing frantically in bloody water ... screaming in pain and terror ... brown eyes saucer wide and tiny black white-toed feet clawing at anything, desperate to get ahold. This death did not come quickly. The rescuer in me keeps trying to think of a way to go back in time and somehow stop this torture and pull the little dog to safety. I think I'll be looking for ways to pull that dog out for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's where I'm at. A second chance for Vick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An HSUS sponsored spokesman for ending torture? In my mind's eye Vick is still in the shadows at the side of that pool. As many times as this scene plays out my head, he hasn't yet moved towards that dog to pull him out. Not there yet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for all of you who can move on and support Vick, good for you. I won't take that away from you. BUT don't you dare, for one f**king second, judge any of us who CANNOT and WILL NOT forgive and forget so easily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1787155094312691359-7587665048517137166?l=servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://badrap-blog.blogspot.com/' title='Why people, animal lovers, simply cannot move on from what Vick did...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/feeds/7587665048517137166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1787155094312691359&amp;postID=7587665048517137166' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/7587665048517137166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/7587665048517137166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/2009/06/why-people-animal-lovers-simply-cannot.html' title='Why people, animal lovers, simply cannot move on from what Vick did...'/><author><name>Service Dog Sawyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477643061550954535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J-FthkTErKY/SA9f6ukl_PI/AAAAAAAAADU/l8BzWGZVXXE/S220/Bean+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787155094312691359.post-1943677807639452152</id><published>2009-05-29T10:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T10:27:09.160-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flyball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SSA'/><title type='text'>Flyballin' at Fort Meade!!!</title><content type='html'>Hi all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, there hasn't been any progress on the SSA issue...I'll keep you posted on any new developments...we're not giving up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly...we'll be FLYBALLIN' this weekend at Fort Meade! Those of you that are local to Fort Meade need to come out and cheer us on! I'll be racing, along with Score, Inara and Ripley (and hundreds of our closest friends!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a big Pet Expo going on this weekend, and the flyball tourney is part of that event. Family friendly, dogs are welcome...what more can you ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More info:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ftmeademwr.com/events/PetExpo/PetExpo.htm"&gt;Fort Meade Pet Expo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to see some of you there! I'll be on the lanes doing my thing...feel free to cheer me on! Come see what Service Dogs are made of! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SDS (rrrrready for flyball!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1787155094312691359-1943677807639452152?l=servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.ftmeademwr.com/events/PetExpo/PetExpo.htm' title='Flyballin&apos; at Fort Meade!!!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/feeds/1943677807639452152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1787155094312691359&amp;postID=1943677807639452152' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/1943677807639452152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/1943677807639452152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/2009/05/flyballin-at-fort-meade.html' title='Flyballin&apos; at Fort Meade!!!'/><author><name>Service Dog Sawyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477643061550954535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J-FthkTErKY/SA9f6ukl_PI/AAAAAAAAADU/l8BzWGZVXXE/S220/Bean+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787155094312691359.post-5294581381063537214</id><published>2009-05-17T15:40:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T16:08:38.069-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public access'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Assistance dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SSA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Service Dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ADA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scooter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disability'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GSA'/><title type='text'>Access DENIED! Part 2</title><content type='html'>Sorry I haven't gotten on here to post lately...to catch everyone up on the continuing drama with the Social Security Administration. John's been hogging the computer and talking on the phone. He's been very busy talking to lots of different people regarding this debacle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those that didn't know...here is the law that covers Assistance Dogs (and Assistance Dogs in Training) for federal buildings. It is not the ADA, but the General Services Administration.&lt;br /&gt;Here is the law for federal buildings owned or leased under General Services Administration(GSA) The first one is:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Code of Federal Regulations]&lt;br /&gt;[Title 41, Volume 2]&lt;br /&gt;[Revised as of July 1, 2002]&lt;br /&gt;From the U.S. Government Printing Office via GPO Access&lt;br /&gt;[CITE: 41CFR101-20.311]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Page 212]&lt;br /&gt;           TITLE 41--PUBLIC CONTRACTS AND PROPERTY MANAGEMENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          CHAPTER 101--FEDERAL PROPERTY MANAGEMENT REGULATIONS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PART 101-20--MANAGEMENT OF BUILDINGS AND GROUNDS--Table of Contents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Subpart 101-20.3--Conduct on Federal Property&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sec. 101-20.311  Dogs and other animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dogs and other animals, except seeing eye dogs, other guide dogs, &lt;br /&gt;and animals used to guide or assist handicapped persons, shall not be &lt;br /&gt;brought upon property for other than official purposes.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The second is from www.regulations.gov , search for GSA-2005-0041-0001.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;[Federal Register: November 8, 2005 (Volume 70, Number 215)]&lt;br /&gt;[Rules and Regulations]               &lt;br /&gt;[Page 67785-67860]&lt;br /&gt;From the Federal Register Online via GPO Access [wais.access.gpo.gov]&lt;br /&gt;[DOCID:fr08no05-5] &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;GSA's real property policies contained in this part and parts 102-&lt;br /&gt;72 through 102-82 of this chapter apply to Federal agencies, including &lt;br /&gt;GSA's Public Buildings Service (PBS), operating under, or subject to, &lt;br /&gt;the authorities of the Administrator of General Services.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sec.  102-74.425  What is the policy concerning dogs and other animals &lt;br /&gt;on Federal property?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    No person may bring dogs or other animals on Federal property for &lt;br /&gt;other than official purposes. However, a disabled person may bring a &lt;br /&gt;seeing-eye dog, a guide dog, or other animal assisting or being trained &lt;br /&gt;to assist that individual.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This means that they couldn't kick Mom and Denver out either.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell what's been happening since I last posted: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John called and filed a complaint against the SSA office that denied us access...via the SS Fraud Hotline. He then called the local office and asked to speak to the supervisor...the one that was "out" when we were there. John was told that he'd call back, but after waiting all day, John called again and asked to speak to him again. I was next to him the entire time, and was listening intently. The supervisor got on the line, and apologized for not getting back to him sooner. John went over the situation again for him. He gave him the info on the law that covers federal buildings and Assistance Dogs ( and asked that they review their "policies" regarding Assistance Dogs and asked also for a formal apology. Guess what happened next? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and I were listening to John's end of the conversation, and we were expecting John to say something along the lines of "Thanks, etc" Instead we were surprised to hear John defending himself and me &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;! The supervisor told him that there was a question as to John's disability (though he did say "I know I can't ask you what your disability is!")...and a question as to what he needed &lt;em&gt;the dog&lt;/em&gt; (meaning me! of all things! hmph!) for in the SSA office. John explained what he needed me for (in case he dropped something, etc)...and told him that he didn't know anyone that hopped in a scooter and drove to the SSA with their dog, just for grins and giggles. The guy kept insisting that he didn't NEED me (the dog, remember?) at the SSA office. John was not pleased when he hung up the phone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then called the SSA Office of Inspector General, Senator Barbara Mikulski's office and the ACLU. We're waiting to hear back from all of them. The ACLU was interested, and will be discussing the situation at their next meeting...and will be getting back to John on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now it's a waiting game...I'll keep you posted when we know more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SDS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1787155094312691359-5294581381063537214?l=servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/feeds/5294581381063537214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1787155094312691359&amp;postID=5294581381063537214' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/5294581381063537214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/5294581381063537214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/2009/05/access-denied-part-2.html' title='Access DENIED! Part 2'/><author><name>Service Dog Sawyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477643061550954535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J-FthkTErKY/SA9f6ukl_PI/AAAAAAAAADU/l8BzWGZVXXE/S220/Bean+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787155094312691359.post-3219879114630587323</id><published>2009-05-13T09:23:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T09:34:55.481-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public access'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Assistance dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Service Dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ADA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DOJ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fidos For Freedom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Denver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='service dog training'/><title type='text'>Access DENIED!</title><content type='html'>We got denied access last week...for the first time in a LONG time. It was surprising and unpleasant. Where was this backwards location that didn't know that Service Dogs were the same as Guide Dogs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our local Social Security Administration office. A government building. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the whole story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and John needed to get new Social Security cards...so they cleared their schedules for Friday. We all got in the van, and drove up to Westminster to our county's SS office. It was me and John, and Mom and Denver (service dog in training). We all got out of the van when we got to the office building. Mom and Denver stayed outside to close the van. John and I went inside. There was a security guard in the small lobby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked "What kind of dog is that?" &lt;br /&gt;John said, "He's an Australian shepherd." &lt;br /&gt;She then said, "No, what does he do?" &lt;br /&gt;John responded, "He's a Service Dog."&lt;br /&gt;She asked, "So he's not a Guide Dog?"&lt;br /&gt;John said, "No, he's a Service Dog."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got up and left her post and told us to take a number and wait in the lobby. Mom and Denver came in while she was getting up from her desk. She asked if Denver was a Service Dog also. The guard then went through a doorway leading to the back offices. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guard came back with another woman who proceeded to tell us that dogs were not allowed in the building. John tells her that in fact, yes, we are allowed...as I am a Service Dog, and Denver is a Service Dog in Training. Usually at this point, people back down...even if they grumble a little bit. This woman just said..."They &lt;em&gt;both&lt;/em&gt; help you? What do they do to &lt;em&gt;SERVE&lt;/em&gt; you? You don't need both of them in here." Mom and John explained further about what I do for John, and what Denver will do in the future. She just kept getting more and more angry and getting closer and closer to to me and John. She said that the supervisor's policy was that only Guide Dogs were allowed in the office. We asked to speak to him...but he was "out". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This woman proceeded to keep getting closer and closer to John and me...and was very angry. I jumped up onto my hind legs because I was upset. (I did not touch her, btw) She jumped back and said angrily..."See! This is why we don't allow dogs in here!" Mom was very annoyed by this especically, and muttered "OH SHUT UP!" (Mom says hopefully only Denver and I heard that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, Mom handed her a card that they often carry, the "I am a Service Dog" cards from &lt;a href="http://www.sitstay.com/dog/supplies/servlet/product_10001_10001_56202_-1_Service+Dog+Cards_20452_20455_"&gt;sitstay.com&lt;/a&gt;, and recommended that she call the number on the back. These cards have a 1-800 number for the DOJ's ADA hotline. You can call and ask questions about the law, and ask specifically about how it pertains to Assistance Dogs. The woman takes the card and walks into the back offices. We hear her ranting back there too...though it wasn't clear what exactly she was saying. She was gone for a while, and we sat in the lobby waiting. Of course John and Mom were mad, so they were saying things like "Oh, so if I close my eyes and pretend I'm blind, it'll be okay?" We were all really annoyed...I didn't want to lie down and relax...I knew something was wrong with this situation. The only one that kept calm was Denver, he was asleep under the chair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman comes out a while later and says that she talked to the folks on the ADA line, and that they couldn't help her. Turns out that because the SSA is a federal administration, they're not covered by the ADA. (HUH???) So she tells us that we have to leave. John is annoyed GREATLY by this and tells her that no, that's not going to happen...as we need the cards done today, because this is our free day to come to the SSA. She tells us that while we might have all day to stand here and argue, she doesn't...so she'll compromise. (good thing, because we DID have all day to stand there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her compromise is that Mom and Denver leave the building and she'll help John first. Then John will go outside and watch Denver while Mom goes in the building alone. Since John and Mom weren't sure about the rules regarding federal agencies and dogs in training, they agree to this. Mom goes outside with Denver...John and I go up to the counter. Then we went out, and watched Denver (who was asleep again)...and Mom went in by herself. Mom also found some Fidos For Freedom cards and gave them a stack. (the mean lady took one and gave the rest back) Honestly, the time it took to get the cards was much less than the time it took for her to argue with us and call the DOJ. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John said he's truly amazed at this attitude...he has personally been on demos with Fidos to the Social Security Administration main office in Maryland many times. Now he's been working on finding out what law or act covers federal offices and Service Dogs if the ADA does not. More on this in the next post! John's got a project...and he's not giving up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SDS&lt;br /&gt;(Who knows HE has no rights in this matter...but is still upset!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1787155094312691359-3219879114630587323?l=servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/feeds/3219879114630587323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1787155094312691359&amp;postID=3219879114630587323' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/3219879114630587323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/3219879114630587323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/2009/05/access-denied_13.html' title='Access DENIED!'/><author><name>Service Dog Sawyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477643061550954535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J-FthkTErKY/SA9f6ukl_PI/AAAAAAAAADU/l8BzWGZVXXE/S220/Bean+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787155094312691359.post-5627680859942176161</id><published>2009-05-12T17:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T17:55:52.261-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Score'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thorn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pippin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='critters'/><title type='text'>Photo dump</title><content type='html'>I'm working on a long story, which I think you'll all be interested in...but I'm taking a nap on the couch at the moment. So I'm turning the blog over to Score to post some random pics. Enjoy! &lt;br /&gt;~SDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Guys! Score here! Mom said I should post some pics of the critters...so that's what I'll do! We've got some new critters...I'll introduce you to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the new bunny...his name is Castle. He's a tortoise mini rex. He's really F-A-T. He likes to climb the stairs. He climbs the stairs better than some of our doggy friends (like WhoBe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s273.photobucket.com/albums/jj204/TheRedQueen4/?action=view&amp;current=Gibbsdenverjjskymay09096.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj204/TheRedQueen4/Gibbsdenverjjskymay09096.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fry and Pippin are best buddies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s273.photobucket.com/albums/jj204/TheRedQueen4/?action=view&amp;current=Gibbsdenverjjskymay09089.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj204/TheRedQueen4/Gibbsdenverjjskymay09089.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thorn is the Queen of the house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s273.photobucket.com/albums/jj204/TheRedQueen4/?action=view&amp;current=Gibbsdenverjjskymay09007.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj204/TheRedQueen4/Gibbsdenverjjskymay09007.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fry likes to snuggle with all of us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s273.photobucket.com/albums/jj204/TheRedQueen4/?action=view&amp;current=Gibbsdenverjjskymay09102.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj204/TheRedQueen4/Gibbsdenverjjskymay09102.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fry snuggles with everyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s273.photobucket.com/albums/jj204/TheRedQueen4/?action=view&amp;current=Gibbsdenverjjskymay09060.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj204/TheRedQueen4/Gibbsdenverjjskymay09060.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me (Score) n' Pippin taking a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s273.photobucket.com/albums/jj204/TheRedQueen4/?action=view&amp;current=Gibbsdenverjjskymay09078.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj204/TheRedQueen4/Gibbsdenverjjskymay09078.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loooooonnnnng cat:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s273.photobucket.com/albums/jj204/TheRedQueen4/April%2009/?action=view&amp;current=bunsandbirthdaypartysnoozer011.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj204/TheRedQueen4/April%2009/bunsandbirthdaypartysnoozer011.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you guys later!&lt;br /&gt;Score&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1787155094312691359-5627680859942176161?l=servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/feeds/5627680859942176161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1787155094312691359&amp;postID=5627680859942176161' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/5627680859942176161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/5627680859942176161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/2009/05/photo-dump.html' title='Photo dump'/><author><name>Service Dog Sawyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477643061550954535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J-FthkTErKY/SA9f6ukl_PI/AAAAAAAAADU/l8BzWGZVXXE/S220/Bean+avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj204/TheRedQueen4/April%2009/th_bunsandbirthdaypartysnoozer011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787155094312691359.post-3063810107178889822</id><published>2009-05-04T21:08:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T21:46:32.771-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Training treats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Xander'/><title type='text'>Roo's Super Brownies!</title><content type='html'>Mom made a new up a new batch of treats today...with a recipe that she came up with. They're so good, I wanted to share the recipe with you all. She named them for Xander (Xanderoo-roo) because he LOVES peanut butter treats. They're his favorite. He drools when peanut butter comes out of the cabinet...he even blows big drool bubbles (it's really gross). So Mom said that they're his Super-delicious brownies...but we can all have some too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Xander's Giant Black-Tri Doppleganger, Jordan the Monster Aussie can have some!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s273.photobucket.com/albums/jj204/TheRedQueen4/Fiber%20and%20Tunes/?action=view&amp;current=VisitingdogsDogwalkingdogsEaster256.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj204/TheRedQueen4/Fiber%20and%20Tunes/VisitingdogsDogwalkingdogsEaster256.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roo's Super Brownies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 cups Quick-cook oatmeal&lt;br /&gt;1 cup all-purpose flour&lt;br /&gt;dash cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup oil&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 mashed banana&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup peanut butter (melted in microwave)&lt;br /&gt;3 large eggs&lt;br /&gt;1 Tbsp. molasses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set oven to 350 degrees. Whisk wet ingredients together in a large bowl. Add dry ingredients and mix well. Spread on a greased cookie sheet and back for 15 minutes. Cool, cut and serve or freeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;~SDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Denver, you can't have any! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s273.photobucket.com/albums/jj204/TheRedQueen4/Fiber%20and%20Tunes/?action=view&amp;current=VisitingdogsDogwalkingdogsEaster274.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj204/TheRedQueen4/Fiber%20and%20Tunes/VisitingdogsDogwalkingdogsEaster274.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Mom says he does get some...no matter what I say.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1787155094312691359-3063810107178889822?l=servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/feeds/3063810107178889822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1787155094312691359&amp;postID=3063810107178889822' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/3063810107178889822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/3063810107178889822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/2009/05/roos-super-brownies.html' title='Roo&apos;s Super Brownies!'/><author><name>Service Dog Sawyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477643061550954535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J-FthkTErKY/SA9f6ukl_PI/AAAAAAAAADU/l8BzWGZVXXE/S220/Bean+avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj204/TheRedQueen4/Fiber%20and%20Tunes/th_VisitingdogsDogwalkingdogsEaster256.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787155094312691359.post-6204028649341144127</id><published>2009-05-03T12:19:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T12:48:41.438-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Score'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gibbs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inara'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Service Dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ripley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Xander'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Names'/><title type='text'>Speaking of names</title><content type='html'>Mom thought I should clear something up about my name. Now, you all know me as Service Dog Sawyer, and my name is Sawyer. My "registered" name is &lt;em&gt;Herart's Once Was LOST&lt;/em&gt;...as I was named for a character on the TV show &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOST&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. But when you see me in public, John usually calls me "Bean". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s273.photobucket.com/albums/jj204/TheRedQueen4/April%2009/?action=view&amp;current=Banjo4-09010.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj204/TheRedQueen4/April%2009/Banjo4-09010.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just don't call me late for dinner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's not crazy, no worries...it's just one of my many nicknames. Mom started calling me "Soybean" after I first came home. That's evolved into just "Bean" nowadays. Sometimes it's "Beanie" or "Beanie Weenie" or "Beaner" or "Beans". Sometimes when Mom is silly she calls me "Soya Bean Cake" because she saw that once at an Indonesian restaurant. *eye roll* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it confuses people sometimes, when they hear John talking to me, calling me "Bean" and then saying "His name is Sawyer" when someone asks. I don't think John and Mom are concerned about people's confusion however, they usually just laugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom is a big one for nicknames, she says she choses each name carefully for its nickname potential...can't have a bad nickname for anyone! I think it's because she doesn't really have any nicknames herself...she's addicted to them for us. We all have our "official" names because Mom likes to have a big long name for us for flyball certificates and such. Everyone but Ripley has the prefix of "Herart"...that comes from Mom's art stuff...when she makes stuff it falls under the name of H.E.R. Art designs. The name comes from her first three dogs: Harding, Elwood and Ripley. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ripley is officially &lt;em&gt;Ripley U Better Believe It&lt;/em&gt;. However, he's usually referred to as Rip or Ripples. From there it goes crazy...he's also Reeples, Rip Torn, Reepicheep, Weeples, Fluffy, Fluffy-butt, Fluffy McFlufferstein, Floofy, Fluffles, Fluffer-nutter, Mr. Fluffy-pants, Fuff, Fuffy-butt, Fuffy Fufferstein and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xander is officially &lt;em&gt;Herart's Demon Lover&lt;/em&gt;. (Buffy fans will get that reference) However...he's often referred to as Xanderoo or Roo. Then we go down that crazy slippery slope of Mom's crazy nicknames...Xanna-woo, Woo, Woo-woo, Woobie, Xanna-moo, Moo, Moo-lips, Moo-moo, Moobie, Moofles, Moo-man, Moof, Moofy-lips, and Mr. Mandamoo. We can't forget Big Head Todd...another nickname.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inara is &lt;em&gt;Herart's Serenity Companion&lt;/em&gt; (again, Firefly/Serenity fans will get this one). She is usually just called Pretty or Pretty-pretty. A far cry from her first nickname of Pure Evil. (she's come so far!). She's also called Inna, Pretty Inna, Crazy Woman, Girlie and Truly Scrumptious (yes, Mom sings the song to her). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Score is &lt;em&gt;Herart's Makin' Trax&lt;/em&gt;. He has a lot of nicknames too...Puppy, Brown Puppy, Big Brown Puppy, Pupple, Scorzle, Scorble, Scorgeous, Scar, Score-pup, Toast, Solid Pack, Snuggle Puppy and Baby Puppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the nicknames have something to do with how attached Mom gets...Dove (our former SDiT) was Dovelet and The Chocolate Shark during her short time here...and Mom really liked Dove. Bryce was here for a while...but only got one nickname...Baby Anteater. Gibbs puppy is our foster, and Mom likes him a lot...he's Superbad, Giblet, Chocolate Puppy, and more. Denver doesn't have any nicknames really...I think Mom is trying to detatch from him...as he's closer to moving on than the rest of the dogs we usually have here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s273.photobucket.com/albums/jj204/TheRedQueen4/April%2009/?action=view&amp;current=Banjo4-09045.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj204/TheRedQueen4/April%2009/Banjo4-09045.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I hear my name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What nicknames do your crazy humans give you? Any embarassing ones? Do tell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SDS aka Bean&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1787155094312691359-6204028649341144127?l=servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/feeds/6204028649341144127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1787155094312691359&amp;postID=6204028649341144127' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/6204028649341144127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/6204028649341144127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/2009/05/speaking-of-names.html' title='Speaking of names'/><author><name>Service Dog Sawyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477643061550954535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J-FthkTErKY/SA9f6ukl_PI/AAAAAAAAADU/l8BzWGZVXXE/S220/Bean+avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj204/TheRedQueen4/April%2009/th_Banjo4-09010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787155094312691359.post-3884192021025500364</id><published>2009-05-02T09:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T09:40:31.291-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flyball'/><title type='text'>Upcoming flyball events...</title><content type='html'>If anyone in the MD/NoVA area is interested in seeing some FLYBALL...we'll be competing during the last two weekends of May. The first tournament is the FBI tournament in Manassas, VA at the Prince William County Fairgrounds. The second one is at Fort Meade in MD...part of the Pet Expo that Fort Meade is having. Both are open to the public, and everyone is invited! For more info, click the links below!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flyball-fbi.com/tournament/"&gt;FBI Flyball Tournament&lt;/a&gt; @ the PWC Fairgrounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://flyballdogs.com/scallywags/index_files/buccaneers_ball_2009.htm"&gt;Scallywags Flyball Tournament&lt;/a&gt; @ Fort Meade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there both weekends racing full-time...and everyone says that I'm a sight to see when I'm racing. People who have seen me in full-on Service Dog mode can't believe how crazy I get in flyball, and on the flip side, people who have seen me in crazy flyball mode can't believe that I can calm down and behave in public places as a Service Dog! I know how to keep my work and hobbies separate! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For anyone who &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; don't know what flyball is...here's a video explaining the sport. My teammate made the video...so there's a lot of ME in here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twolanehighway.homestead.com//flyball.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's Flyball?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SDS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1787155094312691359-3884192021025500364?l=servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/feeds/3884192021025500364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1787155094312691359&amp;postID=3884192021025500364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/3884192021025500364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/3884192021025500364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/2009/05/upcoming-flyball-events.html' title='Upcoming flyball events...'/><author><name>Service Dog Sawyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477643061550954535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J-FthkTErKY/SA9f6ukl_PI/AAAAAAAAADU/l8BzWGZVXXE/S220/Bean+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787155094312691359.post-4312267215191211081</id><published>2009-04-30T11:04:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T11:32:14.514-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reinforcing behavior'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Service Dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poisoned cue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='service dog training'/><title type='text'>Re-naming...(and introducing "Denver")</title><content type='html'>Mom has a new SDiT (Service Dog in Training)...named Denver. He's part of Fidos For Freedom...the organization where Mom volunteers as a trainer. (We also volunteer our time for Therapy Dog work...me, Ripley, Xander and John too) Denver is a great dog...he's gonna go far. He's a lot like me, Mom says. She is very impressed by his ability to stay calm no matter what's going on around him. A lot like me. So far nothing has ruffled his feathers when Mom's been working him in public...he even works next to her when she borrows John's second scooter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is one problem...he doesn't retrieve on cue. Now you all know...that Service Dogs have to retrieve on cue...that's a LOT of what we do for a living. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Mom puts an object on the floor and says "Fetch" or "Pick it up"...Denver ducks his head and looks away. Even if she says this in a happy voice...he still does the same thing. If the object is handed to him, he will take it (sometimes)...but still looks away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on the other hand, he will pick stuff up off the floor of his own volition...and carry them around happily. He carries his metal dinner bowl upstairs from his crate every morning, and will carry around shoes, clothing, and of course toys. But when you go to take that object, he ducks his head and often will drop it on the floor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom has her work cut out for her...as he obviously enjoys carrying stuff...no matter what it's made of: metal, plastic, material, etc. So she's started a new campaign of re-naming these tasks. From now on...there is no F-E-T-C-H...there is "Get It!" (along with a big party). She's still thinking of a cue to replace T-A-K-E for things being handed to him. She says she'd call it P-I-C-K-L-E or W-O-M-B-A-T for all she cares, but since he's going to someone else...it needs to be something that makes sense to the average person. She says maybe she'll use P-L-E-A-S-E...as that would be cute. (whatever, Mom!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she's used "Get it" the past few days, Denver has happily been going for the object. She's also using clicker training to get him back on track...starting with just touching objects with his nose and then progressing to actually picking them up. The pressure of training though often shuts him down...too intense for him to work one-on-one with Mom when she's seriously training. Part of what she's been doing to work on this is to make his training part of his day. I mentioned that he carries his bowl upstairs each morning. (isn't he a goof?) Now she's been handing him other objects as he comes out of his crate all happy and silly. The past few days, he's carried shoes and leather leashes upstairs in the morning...all with a big happy grin on his face...and he easily turns them over to Mom (to hand!) in return for going out the back door for potty/playtime. Ya gotta do what works! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom's a big fan of re-naming...she's re-named all of us dogs (except for Ripley who had no name...) Xander was "Boomer", Inara was "Daphne" (seriously? I'm gonna tease her now!), Score was "Deeogee" and I was "Maverick" (Service Dog Maverick...nah, can't see it). She says that there is a lot of meaning to names...whether it's a cue word or a name for another living creature. So she puts a lot of thought into each name. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is a bad thing associated with a name...that word has to go. Some trainers call a cue with a bad meaning a "&lt;a href="http://www.clickertraining.com/node/164"&gt;Poisoned Cue&lt;/a&gt;". For whatever reason the subject (dog, human, cat, etc) associates that word to mean something bad. Mom changes our names just in case...get rid of any unpleasant memories that we might have...new name, new life. A fresh start. That's what she's doing with Denver. He stresses about certain cues...so she's starting over with new names...instead of forcing him to work through the task. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says it's often more simple and easy to just change the word. I just hope she finds something better than Wombat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SDS (not Service Dog Maverick)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1787155094312691359-4312267215191211081?l=servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/feeds/4312267215191211081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1787155094312691359&amp;postID=4312267215191211081' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/4312267215191211081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/4312267215191211081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/2009/04/re-namingand-introducing-denver.html' title='Re-naming...(and introducing &quot;Denver&quot;)'/><author><name>Service Dog Sawyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477643061550954535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J-FthkTErKY/SA9f6ukl_PI/AAAAAAAAADU/l8BzWGZVXXE/S220/Bean+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787155094312691359.post-7551821370332822323</id><published>2009-04-29T09:45:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T10:04:57.595-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='award'/><title type='text'>We won an award!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-FthkTErKY/SfheHYl67II/AAAAAAAAAEk/YoNscyPKwfE/s1600-h/award.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 190px; height: 153px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-FthkTErKY/SfheHYl67II/AAAAAAAAAEk/YoNscyPKwfE/s320/award.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330113639946579074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to our friend, Inara (not my sister, Inara) over at &lt;a href="http://inaradog.wordpress.com/"&gt;Pit Bulls Make the World Go 'Round&lt;/a&gt;...for giving me my first award!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s the description of the award, and the rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “The award states that “This blog invests and believes in PROXIMITY - nearness in space, time, and relationships!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In other words, “These blogs are exceedingly charming. These kind bloggers aim to find and be friends. They are not interested in prizes or self-aggrandizement. Our hope is that when the ribbons of these prizes are cut, even more friendships are propagated. Please give more attention to these writers! Deliver this award to eight bloggers who must choose eight more and include this cleverly-written text into the body of their award.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm awarding the following 8 blogs with this award: (all the links can be found on the right-hand side of my blog!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Hearing Elmo&lt;/strong&gt; - the blog of one of our favorite Hearing Dogs (Chloe) and her mom Denise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;"Speak"&lt;/strong&gt; - a blog that chronicles Belle a former Assistance Dog in training&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Stale Cheerios&lt;/strong&gt; - Mom's new favorite blog...training, behavior and fun stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;A Service Dog's Journey&lt;/strong&gt; - All about Logan the Service Dog (like me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;My Heart Dog&lt;/strong&gt; - Borias the GSD Service Dog and his artist mom...it's always a joy to read this blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;It's a Dog's World&lt;/strong&gt; - Assistance Dogs in Training...a blog from their point of view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;Ask Dr. Yin&lt;/strong&gt; - another new find of Mom's...great training and behavior advice from Dr. Sophia Yin DVM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;TB Friends&lt;/strong&gt; - a daily blog by a horse rescuer...sometimes sad, often happy...always charming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again pit bull Inara!&lt;br /&gt;~SDS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1787155094312691359-7551821370332822323?l=servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/feeds/7551821370332822323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1787155094312691359&amp;postID=7551821370332822323' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/7551821370332822323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/7551821370332822323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/2009/04/we-won-award.html' title='We won an award!'/><author><name>Service Dog Sawyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477643061550954535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J-FthkTErKY/SA9f6ukl_PI/AAAAAAAAADU/l8BzWGZVXXE/S220/Bean+avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-FthkTErKY/SfheHYl67II/AAAAAAAAAEk/YoNscyPKwfE/s72-c/award.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787155094312691359.post-5468621241043695227</id><published>2009-04-27T19:23:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T21:13:42.732-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inara'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self-control'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='off-switch game'/><title type='text'>Self-control...how to get it!</title><content type='html'>Mom says that I should be more specific in how a dog can gain self-control. Of course I was just born this way (I'm cool like that), so I'll have to ask my sister Inara for advice. Since she used to be totally crazy, she should have plenty of help. So she's taking over the blog for today. Enjoy! ~SDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s273.photobucket.com/albums/jj204/TheRedQueen4/?action=view&amp;current=021-4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj204/TheRedQueen4/021-4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey all! It's Inara here! Stupid Sawyer said that some dogs might need some help in the self-control department...and that I could write the blog. I don't know why he gets a blog and not me. I'm the prettiest one...it could just be a blog about how pretty I am. Wouldn't you all read that? I could have mom help me post pictures of me...who doesn't want to see pretty pictures all of the time? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, mom says that I have to get back on topic...now that I have a longer attention span, she says I have to stay on track. *pretty pout* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a fun game that mom loves to teach in puppy class and to her clients. This is one of MY favorites too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Off-switch game&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*First grab a bunch of really good, smelly, soft-bite sized treats. &lt;br /&gt;*Then work on getting your dog to sit or down on cue, if he/she can't already.&lt;br /&gt;*Then the fun begins!&lt;br /&gt;*Get really excited and silly around your dog...jump around, wave your arms, run in circles, shake a toy...whatever gets your dog up and acting silly too. Stay excited for about 10-20 seconds and then stop and freeze. (when working with kids, Mom will actually yell out "FREEZE!") &lt;br /&gt;*Wait for your dog to settle into that sit or down...use the cue if you need&lt;br /&gt;*Say "YES!" or use your clicker...and give a treat&lt;br /&gt;*Start all over again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing Mom does to help us learn self-control is to make sure we earn everything. We have to offer a behavior (usually sit, down or stand) for every resource we want access to: food, petting, outside, walkies, car rides, etc. Our foster puppy sits for everything, and it's going to make him so much more adoptable because of this simple training. Sitting or down becomes a default behavior that we fall back on if we're not sure what Mom wants from us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s569.photobucket.com/albums/ss131/svcdogsawyer/?action=view&amp;current=134-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss131/svcdogsawyer/134-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom also reinforces heavily for us working around distractions. From day one, any puppy that comes to stay with us has to learn to work around cats, other dogs, rabbits, rats and guinea pigs...as well as John's scooter. Everyone that stays here learns that it pays off BIG-Time to work around these distractions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is done with postive reinforcement and clicker training...so learning self-control is fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this helps some! Now for more pics of me! *giggle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s273.photobucket.com/albums/jj204/TheRedQueen4/?action=view&amp;current=587.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj204/TheRedQueen4/587.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s273.photobucket.com/albums/jj204/TheRedQueen4/?action=view&amp;current=238-4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj204/TheRedQueen4/238-4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Pretty-pretty Inara&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1787155094312691359-5468621241043695227?l=servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/feeds/5468621241043695227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1787155094312691359&amp;postID=5468621241043695227' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/5468621241043695227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/5468621241043695227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/2009/04/self-controlhow-to-get-it.html' title='Self-control...how to get it!'/><author><name>Service Dog Sawyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477643061550954535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J-FthkTErKY/SA9f6ukl_PI/AAAAAAAAADU/l8BzWGZVXXE/S220/Bean+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787155094312691359.post-7411663378243777437</id><published>2009-04-21T21:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T21:44:09.254-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Service Dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='service dog training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self-control'/><title type='text'>It's all about the self-control...</title><content type='html'>Mom says that's one of the first things she looks for in a Service Dog. She thinks it's so important to have self-control in this line of work. We Service Dogs experience so much...we have to be prepared for anything and everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do we handle ourselves in the face of big distractions? Do we bark, lunge, whine or do we just hang out calmly with our human partner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very few things get me excited when I'm working. I really get excited about flyball...but when we're out on the lane for the meeting before racing, I can stand there calmly next to John. I don't start barking until my SD cape and harness come off, and my flyball harness goes on. That's because I have self-control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dogs and other animals don't get me excited like some dogs. I don't go crazy to see other people. When I'm working, I'm only happy to be with John. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom's new SDiT, Denver, is a lot like I am. He's calm and collected when he's out in public. Nothing ruffles his feathers, so to speak. Mom loves this...it's so much easier to work with him when he's not pulling to say hi to someone...or whining because he sees something exciting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dogs have to be taught self-control...but some of us have more of it naturally. ;)&lt;br /&gt;~SDS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1787155094312691359-7411663378243777437?l=servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/feeds/7411663378243777437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1787155094312691359&amp;postID=7411663378243777437' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/7411663378243777437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/7411663378243777437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-all-about-self-control.html' title='It&apos;s all about the self-control...'/><author><name>Service Dog Sawyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477643061550954535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J-FthkTErKY/SA9f6ukl_PI/AAAAAAAAADU/l8BzWGZVXXE/S220/Bean+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787155094312691359.post-7624688177937983140</id><published>2009-03-29T10:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T10:20:45.295-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public access'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Assistance dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Service Dog'/><title type='text'>Where do I go?</title><content type='html'>As a Service Dog, I can go pretty much anywhere...because I help John. I can't imagine being left behind...I hate being left out. I think that's one reason I make such a good SD, my overwhelming desire to be a part of whatever John is doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course John always makes sure that I'll be safe...he's not going to walk me across broken glass, or a dangerous grate in the sidewalk. I look out for him, but he also looks out for me. We went to the National Zoo a few years ago...and went to go into an aviary of sorts...with monkeys loose inside. The girl at the desk told us that we could not go inside. John asked why. She said because of the monkeys. John told her that I wasn't going to eat a monkey...and that we assumed that the monkeys weren't going to eat me. She went and asked a manager...and he said, "sure". So we went inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't see any monkeys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would Mom have seen monkeys if I hadn't gone in? Perhaps. But that's the risk she takes...going along with me and John. No monkey viewing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John is my advocate...he speaks up on my behalf if he thinks the "no dogs" verdict is silly. He didn't get rude...he just wanted to know why she thought it was bad idea. Some folks with an Assistance Dog might have just said, "Okay" and walked (or rolled) away, and not gone in the aviary. Not John. He wants to enjoy everything that other people get to enjoy. I can't think of any place so far where he's hesitated about taking me. Of course, he's got lots of experience with having a SD...so that might be it...he may have fought these battles previously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said in a previous post...the partnership is a two-way street. I work for John, but he also works for me. He keeps me safe, happy and allows me to work to the best of my ability. I stay by his side at all times, and he keeps me by his side at all times. No turning around and saying "Okay" for him. He ventures into unknown territory with me by his side. That's what it's all about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SDS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1787155094312691359-7624688177937983140?l=servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/feeds/7624688177937983140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1787155094312691359&amp;postID=7624688177937983140' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/7624688177937983140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/7624688177937983140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/2009/03/where-do-i-go.html' title='Where do I go?'/><author><name>Service Dog Sawyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477643061550954535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J-FthkTErKY/SA9f6ukl_PI/AAAAAAAAADU/l8BzWGZVXXE/S220/Bean+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787155094312691359.post-1279673745900088091</id><published>2009-03-26T23:21:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T23:25:30.025-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clicker training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='punishment'/><title type='text'>Rules of Punishment...food for thought...</title><content type='html'>Mom ran across Steve White's 8 Rules of Punishment from last year's Clicker Expo...and has been pondering it lately. It's next week's discussion for puppy class too. Here is the list...more thoughts on this later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eight Rules for Using Punishment: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The punishment must be something the animal dislikes and something the animal does not expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The punishment must suppress behavior. (This is, in fact, the very definition of something that is a punisher.) If something is being used for punishment, but it does not suppress behavior, it’s ineffective and often just plain abuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The punishment must be of the perfect intensity. Too much and there will be negative fallout. You’ll end up hurting your relationship with the animal and loosing more than just that behavior. Too little and the punishment will only serve to desensitize the animal and build resistance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The punishment must happen immediately after the behavior it is to be associated with. Otherwise, a clear enough association between the wrong behavior and the punishment will not be made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The punishment must be associated with the behavior, but not with the trainer. Otherwise, the trainer becomes part of the punishment and the animal starts fearing and disliking the trainer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The punishment must happen every time the behavior occurs. If punishment does not happen every time the behavior occurs, the behavior gets put on a variable schedule of reinforcement. Depending on the behavior and how often the punishment actually occurs, the animal could decide that performing the behavior was worth the risk of getting punished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. There must be an alternative for the animal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Punishment must never be used to the extent that punishment outweighs positive reinforcement (from the animal’s perspective, not yours!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can’t follow all 8 of these rules, you’re probably better off avoiding the use of punishment. Heck, even if you can follow all 8 rules, you’re probably better off avoiding the use of punishment, as punishment can result in so many unintended and undesirable side effects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SDS (Who is glad Mom tries to avoid punishment!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1787155094312691359-1279673745900088091?l=servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/feeds/1279673745900088091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1787155094312691359&amp;postID=1279673745900088091' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/1279673745900088091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/1279673745900088091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/2009/03/rules-of-punishmentfood-for-thought.html' title='Rules of Punishment...food for thought...'/><author><name>Service Dog Sawyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477643061550954535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J-FthkTErKY/SA9f6ukl_PI/AAAAAAAAADU/l8BzWGZVXXE/S220/Bean+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787155094312691359.post-4540168867937414804</id><published>2009-03-23T15:45:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T16:12:07.635-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Program-trained'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Assistance dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Service Dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self-trained'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fidos For Freedom'/><title type='text'>The Right Fit</title><content type='html'>A partnership won't work well if the fit isn't right. Sure, there are always ups and downs in any relationship...but overall, a good relationship has two willing partners that work well together. The relationship between a dog and his/her human partner is no different...especially if that dog is an Assistance Dog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a big difference between a person that uses a dog for help, and those people who have pets. Mom uses our talents as Service Dogs at home, but she doesn't have to (she's lazy). She's not relying on us to go about her day. If she drops something, or is clumsy getting a door open, it's not a big deal. If John does the same thing, it's a big deal in his day. Many things in his life cause him to struggle...and that's why I'm here to help. If I can save him time throughout the day, to make his life easier...I'm doing my job. But as I said, that fit has to be right for it to work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s273.photobucket.com/albums/jj204/TheRedQueen4/?action=view&amp;current=088-5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj204/TheRedQueen4/088-5.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom knows people who are waiting for dogs...dogs that can help them...dogs that can make their life easier. Some are waiting for program-trained dogs, some are searching for a dog that they will train themselves, and some are training dogs that they already have. It's a long-road, no matter which way you chose. John was matched with Charlie (his first SD) for 10 years...it was good fit. They worked as a seamless team for all of those years. In between Charlie and me was another dog...who was not a good fit for various reasons. I came along, and it was a good fit from day one. What made me a good fit for John? I'm an active dog...and I like to move fast when I'm out. John likes to put his scooter in rabbit mode (as opposed to "turtle mode") and zip along. At the same time, I also like to snuggle and have no problem with down time. John has a lot of down time...when he parks his butt on the couch...he stays for a while. I'm okay with that too. I'm adaptable...so I can go anywhere, anytime and not worry about anything. I'm smart...and learn quickly...which is good because John doesn't get too committed to training. I pick things up after a few repetitions and some click/treating. So John doesn't have to spend a long time teaching me a new behavior. Also, I make great leaps in my training...and don't have to be shown step-by-step...so it makes training easier for John. Teach me to pull the drawer open? I'm go a couple of steps further and do a paws up, tug out your pants and bring them to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's teamwork!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know a lot of Assistance Dog teams...and we love to see a good pairing. That's part of the fun of working with dogs like me, according to mom. Finding that good match. A slower person that shuffles along...does not need a fast, active dog. That person that zips along in a scooter does not want a dog that pokes along. The person that has trouble getting up off the floor can't be helped by a small dog. A dog that LOVES to retrieve hopefully will go do a person who drops a lot of items... So on and so on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The right fit is important with any dog...no matter if they are working or not. Makes me think of those AKC commercials they played on TV for a while...don't get a basset hound if you like to jog, for instance. :) Don't underestimate the importance of the right fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SDS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1787155094312691359-4540168867937414804?l=servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/feeds/4540168867937414804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1787155094312691359&amp;postID=4540168867937414804' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/4540168867937414804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/4540168867937414804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/2009/03/right-fit.html' title='The Right Fit'/><author><name>Service Dog Sawyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477643061550954535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J-FthkTErKY/SA9f6ukl_PI/AAAAAAAAADU/l8BzWGZVXXE/S220/Bean+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787155094312691359.post-7432302208790620479</id><published>2009-03-17T20:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T20:59:19.889-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Assistance dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Service Dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fidos For Freedom'/><title type='text'>Happy St. Patty's Day!</title><content type='html'>Did everyone get their corned beef and cabbage tonight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom made us dog treats made with corned beef lunch meat and mashed potatoes...yum! She and John went to the local volunteer Fire Department for a St. Patty's Day dinner...corned beef, cabbage, potatoes, ham, green beans, carrots and dessert! It looked delicious, but they didn't give me any!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a good boy though...and laid under the table quietly...with people coming and going all around me. John answered lots of questions about me...but he's used to that. ;) More often than "What does he do for you", he gets "What breed of dog is that?" lol More and more, we run across people that know what Service Dogs do...a woman tonight told us that she'd just watched a TV show all about raising Assistance Dogs. That's good to hear! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been busy lately...a couple of flyball tournaments in a row...come up and see us in Gettysburg, PA this weekend if you're in the area! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom is getting her new Fidos Service Dog in Training next week...so you'll be meeting "Denver" soon! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS...yes, I wore green to dinner...no pinches for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1787155094312691359-7432302208790620479?l=servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/feeds/7432302208790620479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1787155094312691359&amp;postID=7432302208790620479' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/7432302208790620479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/7432302208790620479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-st-pattys-day.html' title='Happy St. Patty&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Service Dog Sawyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477643061550954535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J-FthkTErKY/SA9f6ukl_PI/AAAAAAAAADU/l8BzWGZVXXE/S220/Bean+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787155094312691359.post-6146683069977458524</id><published>2009-03-07T10:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T10:33:40.283-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public access'/><title type='text'>Finally some good weather...</title><content type='html'>John doesn't go out much when it's cold outside...so I've been a bit bored lately. With the deep snow, it makes things worse...so we haven't done anything. Nothing much to write about. I don't even like to go out with the other dogs and Mom if John doesn't go. I did play with Mom in the snow a little bit this past week...I was desparate! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s569.photobucket.com/albums/ss131/svcdogsawyer/?action=view&amp;current=140.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss131/svcdogsawyer/140.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bounced right out of the frame!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally now we have some good weather...and I hope it sticks around. Mom said something about raiding the piggy bank and going to a movie this afternoon...that'd be cool. She said Watchmen...whatever that is. I can sleep through any movie...action or otherwise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s569.photobucket.com/albums/ss131/svcdogsawyer/?action=view&amp;current=152.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss131/svcdogsawyer/152.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s569.photobucket.com/albums/ss131/svcdogsawyer/?action=view&amp;current=149.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss131/svcdogsawyer/149.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catching snowballs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe John will go outside and through my Orbee ball today! Paws crossed! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s569.photobucket.com/albums/ss131/svcdogsawyer/?action=view&amp;current=151.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss131/svcdogsawyer/151.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya!&lt;br /&gt;~SDS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1787155094312691359-6146683069977458524?l=servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/feeds/6146683069977458524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1787155094312691359&amp;postID=6146683069977458524' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/6146683069977458524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/6146683069977458524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/2009/03/finally-some-good-weather.html' title='Finally some good weather...'/><author><name>Service Dog Sawyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477643061550954535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J-FthkTErKY/SA9f6ukl_PI/AAAAAAAAADU/l8BzWGZVXXE/S220/Bean+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787155094312691359.post-7220518003025799504</id><published>2009-02-25T15:09:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T15:22:12.112-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puppy raising'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Service Dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fidos For Freedom'/><title type='text'>They grow up so fast...</title><content type='html'>For those of you that don't know...Mom is the Puppy Coordinator for Fidos For Freedom. That means that she's in charge of all things Puppy at Fidos. Arranging to bring in new puppies (sometimes testing them herself), teaching Puppy Class for the Puppy Raisers, talking to new Puppy Raisers, taking in new pups until a Puppy Raiser is available, and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she sees a lot of puppies. We (the dogs @ home) see a lot of puppies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The puppies that Mom has worked with along the way are now getting matched with clients...and starting off on their new working career. Mom does feel proud to have had a hand in all of these matches, despite not being "officially" part of the new team. It makes her tear up a bit to see those hand-picked puppies and dogs going about their new life...and helping someone. Each puppy touches our lives...sometimes in a big way, sometimes in a small way that not many people realize. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fidosforfreedom.org/assist-dogs/matched-teams/jacob/jacob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 152px;" src="http://www.fidosforfreedom.org/assist-dogs/matched-teams/jacob/jacob.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big goofy golden retriever boy, Jacob, just started his one year probation with his partner at Fidos. What part in this did my Mom play? Jacob was in the first Puppy Classes that Mom helped teach (she was the Assistant Puppy Coordinator at the time). She remembers back when he was just a little fella. She helped teach his Puppy Raisers...advised them, sympathized with them, and laughed with them. She's not on the "list" of people who helped raise and train Jacob...but she is part of his new partnership nevertheless. And she's proud of him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SDS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1787155094312691359-7220518003025799504?l=servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/feeds/7220518003025799504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1787155094312691359&amp;postID=7220518003025799504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/7220518003025799504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/7220518003025799504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/2009/02/they-grow-up-so-fast.html' title='They grow up so fast...'/><author><name>Service Dog Sawyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477643061550954535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J-FthkTErKY/SA9f6ukl_PI/AAAAAAAAADU/l8BzWGZVXXE/S220/Bean+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787155094312691359.post-406894695129753641</id><published>2009-02-23T12:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T12:48:49.610-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='handicapped parking abuse'/><title type='text'>Handicapped Parking Fraud.org</title><content type='html'>Someone sent this website to Mom, and we want to pass it along to everyone. We love this idea. Basically, it's a website that you can report Handicapped Parking fraud on...idiots who don't need the spot that park in them anyway. From the site:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HandicappedFraud.org&lt;/span&gt; was launched as a place for community based reporting of handicapped placard abuse and fraud. Unfortunately, there is wide spread abuse of the blue placards issued to the handicapped, and there simply aren't enough police officers to issue the tickets.&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.handicappedfraud.org/index.php"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handicapped Parking Fraud&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The site also has a lots of other resources for disabled individuals. :) We love this site, and we're going to be reporting abuse here from now on...and trust me, we see a LOT of abuse of handicapped parking spaces. Even cars that have placards or tags, but park into the hash marks...grrrr. Some of us need those hash marks for wheelchair lifts! Mom always says that people must think that the hash marks are there so they don't have to park straight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SDS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1787155094312691359-406894695129753641?l=servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.handicappedfraud.org/index.php' title='Handicapped Parking Fraud.org'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/feeds/406894695129753641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1787155094312691359&amp;postID=406894695129753641' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/406894695129753641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/406894695129753641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/2009/02/handicapped-parking-fraudorg.html' title='Handicapped Parking Fraud.org'/><author><name>Service Dog Sawyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477643061550954535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J-FthkTErKY/SA9f6ukl_PI/AAAAAAAAADU/l8BzWGZVXXE/S220/Bean+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787155094312691359.post-4133915003545988002</id><published>2009-02-23T10:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T10:22:49.754-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Service Dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hearing Dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gentle Leader'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easy Walk Harness'/><title type='text'>Thank you Premier and Laurie Luck!</title><content type='html'>This past Saturday, Laurie Luck, a trainer in the area...and a Premier rep came to give Fidos For Freedom a demo on Gentle Leaders and Easy Walk harnesses. She brought equipment for everyone, and we all learned how to fit them properly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great...all of the loose, ill-fitting equipment got tightened up and fixed. My Easy Walk was a bit loose, because I'd lost some weight over the winter (I don't do as much in the winter...so Mom dropped my food intake down...guess she dropped it toooo much). Mom was happy, as the equipment that she fit was given the okay. *&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Click!&lt;/span&gt;* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The demo was extremely helpful...as Mom learned some great ways to simplify the explanations on how to put the equipment on...so she can help others better. I think everyone was pleased. I myself showed off...Laurie fit my EW on me in front of the group...and I stood there like a good boy, and even gave her a little kiss. Such a ladies man! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to lunch next door at the deli with some of the other Service and Hearing dogs and their humans. The humans had a nice time talking about training and Fidos, while all of us dogs took a much needed nap under the tables. It's always fun to see all of us crowded under a table like peas in a pod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was a great demo...thanks again to Laurie and &lt;a href="http://www.premier.com/"&gt;Premier&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;~SDS...snazzy in his purple Easy Walk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1787155094312691359-4133915003545988002?l=servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/feeds/4133915003545988002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1787155094312691359&amp;postID=4133915003545988002' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/4133915003545988002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/4133915003545988002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/2009/02/thank-you-premier-and-laurie-luck.html' title='Thank you Premier and Laurie Luck!'/><author><name>Service Dog Sawyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477643061550954535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J-FthkTErKY/SA9f6ukl_PI/AAAAAAAAADU/l8BzWGZVXXE/S220/Bean+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787155094312691359.post-5747589311004686726</id><published>2009-02-18T10:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T10:05:33.506-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flyball'/><title type='text'>New Title!</title><content type='html'>Hooray for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went flyballin' this past weekend...and I was able to earn my newest title. I am now a Flyball Master Champion (FMCh-15,000 points). Whoohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran really well over the weekend, and even gave up some runs to a teammate. Since I have bad knees, Mom doesn't really mind letting me run a little less than normal. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pics this time, the building was dark...maybe Mom will snap some pics of me with my new ribbon soon though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya&lt;br /&gt;~SDS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1787155094312691359-5747589311004686726?l=servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/feeds/5747589311004686726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1787155094312691359&amp;postID=5747589311004686726' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/5747589311004686726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/5747589311004686726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-title.html' title='New Title!'/><author><name>Service Dog Sawyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477643061550954535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J-FthkTErKY/SA9f6ukl_PI/AAAAAAAAADU/l8BzWGZVXXE/S220/Bean+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787155094312691359.post-8324131487812422559</id><published>2009-01-29T22:59:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T23:01:29.885-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom's been sick...</title><content type='html'>Mom's been sick, which means John has been hogging her computer, and I don't get a chance to write in my blog! *pout*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just a bit of humor for you all today...I'll be back later to write more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://failblog.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/fail-owned-wheelchair-acces.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://failblog.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/fail-owned-wheelchair-acces.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SDS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1787155094312691359-8324131487812422559?l=servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/feeds/8324131487812422559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1787155094312691359&amp;postID=8324131487812422559' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/8324131487812422559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/8324131487812422559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/2009/01/moms-been-sick.html' title='Mom&apos;s been sick...'/><author><name>Service Dog Sawyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477643061550954535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J-FthkTErKY/SA9f6ukl_PI/AAAAAAAAADU/l8BzWGZVXXE/S220/Bean+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787155094312691359.post-8596715076102903423</id><published>2009-01-26T00:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T00:52:55.206-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puppy raising'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bryce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inara'/><title type='text'>Inara and Bryce photos</title><content type='html'>Mom says that the blog is boring with no pics...and since I've been sleeping on the couch a lot, that I need to share my blog with my siblings. So I'm gonna post a few pics of Inara and Bryce. They're a few weeks old (Bryce has moved on to his new puppy raiser), but I didn't think you all would mind! (remember, Inara is c-r-a-z-y)&lt;br /&gt;~SDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inara loves to be the one to teach the puppies how to tug and play. She likes to get all &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;herding bitch&lt;/span&gt; on their butts...like so:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s273.photobucket.com/albums/jj204/TheRedQueen4/?action=view&amp;current=054-5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj204/TheRedQueen4/054-5.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ho-hum, teaching puppies to tug is so boring"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s273.photobucket.com/albums/jj204/TheRedQueen4/?action=view&amp;current=288-3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj204/TheRedQueen4/288-3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Be careful puppy, or I will smite you with my&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; Crazy Eye&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s273.photobucket.com/albums/jj204/TheRedQueen4/?action=view&amp;current=052-4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj204/TheRedQueen4/052-4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can roll a puppy from across the room...with one glance"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s273.photobucket.com/albums/jj204/TheRedQueen4/?action=view&amp;current=056-5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj204/TheRedQueen4/056-5.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then I &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;crush&lt;/span&gt; him"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s273.photobucket.com/albums/jj204/TheRedQueen4/?action=view&amp;current=049-5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj204/TheRedQueen4/049-5.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, it's all going according to plan"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s273.photobucket.com/albums/jj204/TheRedQueen4/?action=view&amp;current=071-5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj204/TheRedQueen4/071-5.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1787155094312691359-8596715076102903423?l=servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/feeds/8596715076102903423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1787155094312691359&amp;postID=8596715076102903423' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/8596715076102903423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/8596715076102903423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/2009/01/inara-and-bryce-photos.html' title='Inara and Bryce photos'/><author><name>Service Dog Sawyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477643061550954535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J-FthkTErKY/SA9f6ukl_PI/AAAAAAAAADU/l8BzWGZVXXE/S220/Bean+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787155094312691359.post-2861977758667532365</id><published>2009-01-25T23:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T00:08:06.121-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rabbits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Assistance dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Service Dog'/><title type='text'>Pet Expo</title><content type='html'>We went to the MD Pet Expo today...it was crazy as always. Lots of people with pet dogs, and pet everythings...parrots, cats, rabbits, even farm animals. But nothing bothers me, since I live in this zoo, errr...house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that bothered me was when I saw the demo that our friends, Greg and Katrina (&lt;a href="http://www.metropolitank9.com/index.htm"&gt;Metropolitan K9&lt;/a&gt;) put on at the Expo. They did a protection sport demo (bitework, obedience, narcotics detection) and I always get excited when I see the dogs swinging around on the decoy (the guy in the bitesuit that "catches" the dog...well, catching meaning "letting the dog bite you"). Mom thinks I want to try biting the decoy too...but John says we do enough stuff. It is fun to watch though! John had to feed me treats to keep me from whining and barking. (haven't I got him well trained?) Mom got to help with Katrina's youngest Malinois, Nemo...and I think she re-discovered her love of Mals...I hate to tell her that she's stuck with us Aussies for a while longer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun to walk around and see everything...and John of course had to take me into the "No Pets Allowed" cat show area. John's daughter was along for the weekend, and since Mom held Score, it was up to John to take her into the cat show area. Someone told him that dogs weren't allowed, but he told them of course that I wasn't a pet dog, so I could go in. I don't think the cats cared at all...the people were more worried. I have to say though, that the sign that was posted did have the proper terminology on it...it said "NO PETS ALLOWED". Quite different than "NO DOGS ALLOWED". So kudos to the Expo staff on that sign! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't see any other Assistance Dogs, which was surprising...but it was still fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry no pics though...Mom was busy wrangling Score. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SDS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1787155094312691359-2861977758667532365?l=servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/feeds/2861977758667532365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1787155094312691359&amp;postID=2861977758667532365' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/2861977758667532365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/2861977758667532365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/2009/01/pet-expo.html' title='Pet Expo'/><author><name>Service Dog Sawyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477643061550954535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J-FthkTErKY/SA9f6ukl_PI/AAAAAAAAADU/l8BzWGZVXXE/S220/Bean+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787155094312691359.post-7566087989141348588</id><published>2009-01-20T13:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T14:02:47.551-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Assistance dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Service Animals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ADA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DOJ'/><title type='text'>DOJ ADA Leak...Only Dogs to Be Service Animals</title><content type='html'>There's nothing official yet...this article was posted by someone that got a leaked proposal from the DOJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click the title above to go to the full story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, the Dept. of Justice is revising the ADA to specify that only dogs can be service animals...and there will be no grandfathering. What happens to the people using other animals already? Ugh. This is a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SDS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1787155094312691359-7566087989141348588?l=servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://scienceblogs.com/culturedish/2009/01/dojs_rationale_behind_banning.php' title='DOJ ADA Leak...Only Dogs to Be Service Animals'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/feeds/7566087989141348588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1787155094312691359&amp;postID=7566087989141348588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/7566087989141348588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/7566087989141348588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/2009/01/doj-ada-leakonly-dogs-to-be-service.html' title='DOJ ADA Leak...Only Dogs to Be Service Animals'/><author><name>Service Dog Sawyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477643061550954535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J-FthkTErKY/SA9f6ukl_PI/AAAAAAAAADU/l8BzWGZVXXE/S220/Bean+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787155094312691359.post-5794966747785301218</id><published>2009-01-20T12:59:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T13:20:56.920-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puppy raising'/><title type='text'>FREE STUFF! "After You Get Your Puppy"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;You have to download this now! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Ian Dunbar, veterinarian, animal behaviorist and dog trainer, has declared January to be "Shelter Dog Prevention Month" and has decided to allow a free download of his book "After you get your puppy" in order to help prevent people from giving up their dogs due to behavioral issues thatcould have been prevented by proper training and handling. Here is the link. Feel free to download!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href=" http://www.dogstardaily.com/training/after-you-get-your-puppy"&gt;After You Get Your Puppy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This offer is only good through January...so download it now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SDS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1787155094312691359-5794966747785301218?l=servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/feeds/5794966747785301218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1787155094312691359&amp;postID=5794966747785301218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/5794966747785301218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/5794966747785301218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/2009/01/before-you-get-your-puppy-amazing-deal.html' title='FREE STUFF! &quot;After You Get Your Puppy&quot;'/><author><name>Service Dog Sawyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477643061550954535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J-FthkTErKY/SA9f6ukl_PI/AAAAAAAAADU/l8BzWGZVXXE/S220/Bean+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787155094312691359.post-3267844631835991477</id><published>2009-01-19T18:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T18:59:46.280-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Assistance dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Service Dog'/><title type='text'>Inauguration Day tomorrow</title><content type='html'>It's exciting, we're getting a new president tomorrow. I feel like we had a hand in this, John and I...as we went to vote for the first time. What a great feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this Inauguration Day stuff is crazy. We live near Washington DC, and things are getting wild around here. Schools and roads are closed because of traffic getting into the city. I'm glad we don't have anywhere to go tomorrow...and we're closer to Baltimore than DC. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that no Service Animals are dragged down to the city tomorrow...as it's going to be crowded and cold. No big bags mean no way to carry supplies for Service Animals...and I'm sure there will be few places to potty Assistance Dogs. I hope everyone keeps their pets at home too...it's going to be rough going for the people! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be watching at home, warm and snuggly on the couch!&lt;br /&gt;~SDS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1787155094312691359-3267844631835991477?l=servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/feeds/3267844631835991477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1787155094312691359&amp;postID=3267844631835991477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/3267844631835991477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/3267844631835991477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/2009/01/inauguration-day-tomorrow.html' title='Inauguration Day tomorrow'/><author><name>Service Dog Sawyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477643061550954535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J-FthkTErKY/SA9f6ukl_PI/AAAAAAAAADU/l8BzWGZVXXE/S220/Bean+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787155094312691359.post-6412890688051014395</id><published>2009-01-18T12:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T12:53:03.509-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public access'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Service Dog'/><title type='text'>My Big Night Out</title><content type='html'>With the help of some friends, we got the van started yesterday...so John and I could join the girls on the Night Out we had planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whooohoooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s273.photobucket.com/albums/jj204/TheRedQueen4/?action=view&amp;current=249.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj204/TheRedQueen4/249.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the &lt;a href="http://cancuncantina.com/"&gt;Cancun Cantina&lt;/a&gt;, a local bar and dance club, to celebrate a friend's birthday. We hadn't been there before, so we weren't sure what to expect. They had to get us in a side door, as the front door had a step up...but that was okay. The guy checking IDs at the door was concerned about me though. "Will he go to the bathroom on the floor?" is what he asked. I was a bit offended by that, but I didn't let it show, I just stood there calmly as everyone explained that no, I wasn't going to do that inside. After that, he was quite chatty, telling me that I was very handsome, and so quiet. He did however ask if I was of age...and when Mom told him that I just turned 4 years old, which made me 28, he laughed and said that I could go inside! He kept saying, "I've never had a Service Dog come in before!" and asked John what I did for him. It was nice...he was friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went inside the club part...and found out that the floor was concrete and cold, so Mom went back out to the van to bring a bed in for me. John parked the scooter and put me between a heavy table and the scooter...so no one would step on me. I curled up and went to sleep. I slept through lots and lots of dancing, really loud music, fog machines, lights flashing, disco balls and everything else you see at a dance club. It was kinda fun! We didn't get pics of course, because Mom was a little bit drunk, and it was dark. When we left, it was soooo crowded, so we found a bouncer to clear the way for John and me...people were so surprised to see me coming through the crowd. I usually get behind the scooter when going through a crowd, but last night, I amused Mom by pushing through the drunks and shoving my way through the crowd. I was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm always awesome...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s273.photobucket.com/albums/jj204/TheRedQueen4/?action=view&amp;current=243.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj204/TheRedQueen4/243.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SDS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1787155094312691359-6412890688051014395?l=servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/feeds/6412890688051014395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1787155094312691359&amp;postID=6412890688051014395' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/6412890688051014395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/6412890688051014395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-big-night-out.html' title='My Big Night Out'/><author><name>Service Dog Sawyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477643061550954535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J-FthkTErKY/SA9f6ukl_PI/AAAAAAAAADU/l8BzWGZVXXE/S220/Bean+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787155094312691359.post-4949219360804042454</id><published>2009-01-17T10:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T10:25:35.074-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's cold and we're stranded</title><content type='html'>There are other parts of the country that are much, much colder than we are right now...but it is cold enough to strand us here at home. John's van runs on diesel, and we found out that 17 degrees is the temperature that gels diesel fuel. So until it warms up, John and I can't go anywhere. Well, I could go with mom, but what fun is that? I'd be worried about what's happening at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we're here, not going anywhere for the time being...unless someone with a wheelchair lift miraculously comes to take us for a ride. But we're okay, we're warm, there's food, and the TV works. We can't complain tooooo much. Mom is going out tonight without us...she's mean that way! *grrrr*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I can convince John to play with me later...I love to play with his hands...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s273.photobucket.com/albums/jj204/TheRedQueen4/?action=view&amp;current=018-6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj204/TheRedQueen4/018-6.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stranded at home...&lt;br /&gt;~SDS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1787155094312691359-4949219360804042454?l=servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/feeds/4949219360804042454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1787155094312691359&amp;postID=4949219360804042454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/4949219360804042454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/4949219360804042454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-cold-and-were-stranded.html' title='It&apos;s cold and we&apos;re stranded'/><author><name>Service Dog Sawyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477643061550954535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J-FthkTErKY/SA9f6ukl_PI/AAAAAAAAADU/l8BzWGZVXXE/S220/Bean+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787155094312691359.post-8698762281671646034</id><published>2009-01-15T19:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T19:17:30.817-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rescue dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Service Dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self-trained'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Soybean!</title><content type='html'>The Soybean turned 4 today! :cheer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was rescued from the mean streets of Kansas City, MO, taken in by a kind-hearted vet tech, and spotted by me on an Aussie Rescue photo page...and transported to me sight-unseen, by a friend on an Aussie board...all the way to Maryland. He was all of 8 months old. I gave him the birthday of January 15th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b5ce39b3127ccecc307da2ba7500000010O38IaMmTJmzag9vPhI/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D3/rx%3D550/ry%3D400/"&gt;First Day Home&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was an awful little man, who chewed everything in sight (I have a box of all the remainders of the weird items he ate...including a piece of wood about 1"x1" that is finished on one side...still don't know where that came from! Sawyer and I never completely clicked, but we enjoyed each other to some extent...he loved playing flyball and frisbee and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b5ce39b3127ccecc310c14da2f00000030O18IaMmTJmzag9vPhI/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D1/rx%3D550/ry%3D400/"&gt;Early Bean&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sawyer needed a job obviously...and he found his partner in John. I jokingly gave him Sawyer one day to try out as a Service Dog...since he could somewhat retrieve stuff. John had retired his first SD, and his second one had temperament issues (bit a woman)...and he was a bit desperate. Xander liked working in the house, but wasn't crazy about going EVERYWHERE with John. So I told him..."Try Sawyer." Being an obstinate fool, he did try Sawyer. We just threw him into the job...took him to the mall one day. Sawyer LOVED it. (I do not recommend this to ANYONE...lol) Did everything perfectly, and after that day did not have much to say to me. His mind was made up, he was John's dog. :| Okay. :) They've been working together two years in November...and Sawyer's never been happier. (and he still loves playing flyball and frisbee...but only if John's around!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birfday Sawyer-bean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS...no worries, Sawyer will be back blogging soon, he's taking a break by laying on the couch with John for his special day (it seems to the same as any other day, but that's what he wanted...along with devouring the contents of my bait bag and eating a bunch of cat food...what a day!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1787155094312691359-8698762281671646034?l=servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/feeds/8698762281671646034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1787155094312691359&amp;postID=8698762281671646034' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/8698762281671646034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/8698762281671646034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-soybean.html' title='Happy Birthday Soybean!'/><author><name>Service Dog Sawyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477643061550954535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J-FthkTErKY/SA9f6ukl_PI/AAAAAAAAADU/l8BzWGZVXXE/S220/Bean+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787155094312691359.post-4103454675644314176</id><published>2009-01-13T17:57:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T18:04:10.639-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reinforcing behavior'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clicker training'/><title type='text'>A New Year's Exercise For Grownups</title><content type='html'>This link is from clickertraining.com...and is one of the letters from Karen Pryor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.clickertraining.com/node/2059"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A New Year's Exercise For Grownups&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, the article talks about humans making an effort to reward other humans in every day life. Taking the time to tell them that they did a nice job. With clicker training, humans try really hard to focus on the good stuff we dogs do, rather than correcting/punishing us for the bad stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom has been trying to set this human-human reinforcing in her puppy class that she teaches. They give each other raffle tickets for things they saw the other human do that they liked. It seems to be helping, as most everyone has lovely things to say to each other. It's funny, as there is a always a kid or two in class, and people have no problem telling the kids "good job" or "well done on teaching that behavior", but are often awkward when they tell other adult humans the same thing. Why is that? Why do humans get so awkward when dealing with each other? Humans are so weird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SDS &lt;br /&gt;(Who loves to reinforce humans..."Yes Human! That butt scratch feels wonderful!")&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1787155094312691359-4103454675644314176?l=servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/feeds/4103454675644314176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1787155094312691359&amp;postID=4103454675644314176' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/4103454675644314176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/4103454675644314176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-years-exercise-for-grownups.html' title='A New Year&apos;s Exercise For Grownups'/><author><name>Service Dog Sawyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477643061550954535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J-FthkTErKY/SA9f6ukl_PI/AAAAAAAAADU/l8BzWGZVXXE/S220/Bean+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787155094312691359.post-6054353955808721221</id><published>2009-01-11T10:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T10:59:17.797-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost my birthday!</title><content type='html'>I hope they don't make me wear a pointy hat again this year. I wonder where I'll get to go for my birthday...and I wonder if restaurants will bring a free dessert to the birthday boy if he's laying under the table. So many thoughts today! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a lazy day, no plans at all. Maybe John and I will watch a movie while Mom does something else (we don't really know what else she does, except periodically get in the way of the TV with a broom in her hand). It'll look like this later:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s273.photobucket.com/albums/jj204/TheRedQueen4/?action=view&amp;current=089-4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj204/TheRedQueen4/089-4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now though:&lt;br /&gt;Inara is upside down on the futon couch, completely asleep.&lt;br /&gt;Fry is sitting on the computer (mac mini) watching the small birds on the feeder...and the crows walking around.&lt;br /&gt;Xander is asleep in the other room. &lt;br /&gt;Score is curled up on the couch, sleeping. &lt;br /&gt;Ripley is outside sleeping under the bird feeders...or watching the crows also.&lt;br /&gt;Thorn is upstairs asleep somewhere...who knows what cats do when they're not in sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like the start of a good day, doesn't it? &lt;br /&gt;Happy Sunday to everyone!&lt;br /&gt;~SDS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1787155094312691359-6054353955808721221?l=servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/feeds/6054353955808721221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1787155094312691359&amp;postID=6054353955808721221' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/6054353955808721221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/6054353955808721221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/2009/01/almost-my-birthday.html' title='Almost my birthday!'/><author><name>Service Dog Sawyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477643061550954535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J-FthkTErKY/SA9f6ukl_PI/AAAAAAAAADU/l8BzWGZVXXE/S220/Bean+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787155094312691359.post-7985047823808796438</id><published>2009-01-11T00:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T00:22:35.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Get a Dog.com</title><content type='html'>Mom found this site, and though it made me sad...I wanted to post the link...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they have posters you can download and print...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't Get a Dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dontgetadog.com/Home_Page.html"&gt;http://www.dontgetadog.com/Home_Page.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.dontgetadog.com/images/bewaremedium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 459px; height: 594px;" src="http://www.dontgetadog.com/images/bewaremedium.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SDS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1787155094312691359-7985047823808796438?l=servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/feeds/7985047823808796438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1787155094312691359&amp;postID=7985047823808796438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/7985047823808796438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/7985047823808796438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/2009/01/dont-get-dogcom.html' title='Don&apos;t Get a Dog.com'/><author><name>Service Dog Sawyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477643061550954535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J-FthkTErKY/SA9f6ukl_PI/AAAAAAAAADU/l8BzWGZVXXE/S220/Bean+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787155094312691359.post-4491489694454780226</id><published>2009-01-06T23:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T23:23:21.676-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public access'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Australian shepherd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Service Dog'/><title type='text'>Enjoying every little thing</title><content type='html'>Mom says that a great thing about us dogs is that we can enjoy every little thing in life. Well, she usually says it in a sarcastic manner...and actually says "They're so easily amused". Same thing, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing about being a Service Dog is that you have to really enjoy the job. I may not enjoy every little thing, but I enjoy the majority of it. I posted the other day about Hogan, the former Service Dog. He wasn't cut out for the life of an SD...because there was too much that he didn't enjoy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love being a Service Dog. I love being "On-call" for John. I love being with my human all day, every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s273.photobucket.com/albums/jj204/TheRedQueen4/?action=view&amp;current=322-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj204/TheRedQueen4/322-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of that job is going out in public, which is a big problem for many dogs. I love it. Being an Aussie, I love to have a job of course, and I love to keep busy. I can entertain myself even on my down-time. Here I am people-watching at the Inner Harbor in Baltimore...the humans were having lunch, and I was under the table watching everyone below me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s273.photobucket.com/albums/jj204/TheRedQueen4/?action=view&amp;current=306-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj204/TheRedQueen4/306-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good Service dog is confident, happy and enjoys the little things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SDS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1787155094312691359-4491489694454780226?l=servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/feeds/4491489694454780226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1787155094312691359&amp;postID=4491489694454780226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/4491489694454780226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/4491489694454780226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/2009/01/enjoying-every-little-thing.html' title='Enjoying every little thing'/><author><name>Service Dog Sawyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477643061550954535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J-FthkTErKY/SA9f6ukl_PI/AAAAAAAAADU/l8BzWGZVXXE/S220/Bean+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787155094312691359.post-4088320946330950947</id><published>2009-01-03T22:02:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T22:11:35.154-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='career change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Service Dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fidos For Freedom'/><title type='text'>A nice update...</title><content type='html'>We heard today from one of my former "brothers". Hogan is a large standard poodle that was in the Fidos program...he was being trained to be a Service Dog. He lived with us for many months during his training, a few years ago, and we all loved him! He was such a nice guy to have around...(mom particularly loved his ability to do a nice stand and brace so she could get off the floor easily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hogan however did not want to be a Service Dog. Sure, he did everything he was asked, but his heart was never in it. At home, playing ball, being "just a dog" he was happy, tail constantly wagging, smile on his face. In public, working, his tail was down, no smile, just trudging along doing his job. Certain things freaked him out a bit too...nothing he couldn't have worked through, but combined with his apparent lack of interest in working...well, he had a change of career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got adopted by a wonderful couple in Pennsylvania...and lives the life of luxury. He gets to be loved on by all the kids in the neighborhood (we hear that the kids come ask if "Hogan can come out and play")...he gets spoiled by his new mom and dad...he gets to be happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here he is telling Santa what he wanted for Christmas! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s273.photobucket.com/albums/jj204/TheRedQueen4/?action=view&amp;current=santahogan2008.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj204/TheRedQueen4/santahogan2008.jpg" border="0" alt="Hogan!"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom says that Hogan is the one she truly misses...he was such a good boy! But she knows that he's loved dearly...and that he is the center of attention in his new family. He's got everything a dog could wish for! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good to hear from you Hoagie!&lt;br /&gt;~SDS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1787155094312691359-4088320946330950947?l=servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/feeds/4088320946330950947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1787155094312691359&amp;postID=4088320946330950947' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/4088320946330950947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/4088320946330950947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/2009/01/nice-update.html' title='A nice update...'/><author><name>Service Dog Sawyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477643061550954535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J-FthkTErKY/SA9f6ukl_PI/AAAAAAAAADU/l8BzWGZVXXE/S220/Bean+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787155094312691359.post-6821566164876008184</id><published>2009-01-01T01:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T01:13:12.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s273.photobucket.com/albums/jj204/TheRedQueen4/?action=view&amp;current=327-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj204/TheRedQueen4/327-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you the very best in 2009!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SDS and John&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1787155094312691359-6821566164876008184?l=servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/feeds/6821566164876008184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1787155094312691359&amp;postID=6821566164876008184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/6821566164876008184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/6821566164876008184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Service Dog Sawyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477643061550954535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J-FthkTErKY/SA9f6ukl_PI/AAAAAAAAADU/l8BzWGZVXXE/S220/Bean+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787155094312691359.post-8583693166382356727</id><published>2008-12-29T18:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T18:25:18.381-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pit bulls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spay maryland'/><title type='text'>Spay Maryland Needs Help!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="250" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widget.chipin.com/widget/id/b974a4110825acf8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="event_title" value="Help%20Spay%20Maryland"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="event_desc" value="Spay%20Maryland%20needs%20a%20new%20anesthesia%20monitor...please%20help%20them%20out%20by%20donating%21%20"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget.chipin.com/widget/id/b974a4110825acf8" flashVars="event_title=Help%20Spay%20Maryland&amp;event_desc=Spay%20Maryland%20needs%20a%20new%20anesthesia%20monitor...please%20help%20them%20out%20by%20donating%21%20" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="transparent" width="250" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please help this wonderful organization by making a donation to their new anesthesia monitor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're very bully friendly...and we like that around here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, if you're in the Ellicott City area and like to eat out...Spay Maryland has a fundraiser on January 20th at Jilly's in Ellicotty City:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We are having a fund raising night at Jilly's Restaurant in Ellicott City on Tuesday, January 20th. Please come out for dinner! Spay Maryland will get proceeds that night from every meal sold. You do not need to tell the server that you're there for Spay Maryland and there's no invitation to print out or anything. You just need to show up, have a good time, and enjoy some great food! Jilly's is located at 10030 Baltimore National Pike, Ellicott City MD, 21042." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SDS (bully friendly himself)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1787155094312691359-8583693166382356727?l=servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.spaymaryland.org/' title='Spay Maryland Needs Help!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/feeds/8583693166382356727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1787155094312691359&amp;postID=8583693166382356727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/8583693166382356727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/8583693166382356727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title='Spay Maryland Needs Help!'/><author><name>Service Dog Sawyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477643061550954535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J-FthkTErKY/SA9f6ukl_PI/AAAAAAAAADU/l8BzWGZVXXE/S220/Bean+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787155094312691359.post-7190613127822461515</id><published>2008-12-28T14:37:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T15:59:15.882-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puppy raising'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bryce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Socialization'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='collie'/><title type='text'>Bryce will be moving on...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj204/TheRedQueen4/379-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj204/TheRedQueen4/379-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s273.photobucket.com/albums/jj204/TheRedQueen4/?action=view&amp;current=526.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj204/TheRedQueen4/526.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom finally has a puppy raiser for Bryce, so he'll be moving on this week. We'll miss him, but he'll finally get someone with more time for him. Right now, Mom's been busy with Xander (and his hurt leg) and other stuff...and she hasn't had the time for Bryce. He's gotten tons of experience with animals and other dogs, and plenty of quality socialization, but his training has been lacking. He has great attention and sits (no matter the distraction...he can sit and watch Mom on the sidelines of a flyball tournament!). He also can nose-target to a hand...and his tug and retrieve skills have been moving along nicely. But that's about it...and Mom knows he could be doing more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll still see him each week with his new puppy raiser...so that'll be great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a cute pup...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s273.photobucket.com/albums/jj204/TheRedQueen4/?action=view&amp;current=409.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj204/TheRedQueen4/409.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of being a puppy is learning good doggy social skills!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s273.photobucket.com/albums/jj204/TheRedQueen4/?action=view&amp;current=446-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj204/TheRedQueen4/446-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s273.photobucket.com/albums/jj204/TheRedQueen4/?action=view&amp;current=462-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj204/TheRedQueen4/462-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s273.photobucket.com/albums/jj204/TheRedQueen4/?action=view&amp;current=483-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj204/TheRedQueen4/483-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SDS (teaching the Puppies in Training...one pup at a time!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s273.photobucket.com/albums/jj204/TheRedQueen4/?action=view&amp;current=321-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj204/TheRedQueen4/321-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1787155094312691359-7190613127822461515?l=servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/feeds/7190613127822461515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1787155094312691359&amp;postID=7190613127822461515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/7190613127822461515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/7190613127822461515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/2008/12/bryce-will-be-moving-on.html' title='Bryce will be moving on...'/><author><name>Service Dog Sawyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477643061550954535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J-FthkTErKY/SA9f6ukl_PI/AAAAAAAAADU/l8BzWGZVXXE/S220/Bean+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787155094312691359.post-8424767325936300277</id><published>2008-12-27T21:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T21:30:58.331-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A day in Baltimore...</title><content type='html'>We went to Baltimore today, and walked around the Inner Harbor with the Grumparents. It was nice...a bit cloudy, but pretty warm for December! 50+ degrees on the water! Weird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate in the food court, and did some window shopping, and then went and looked at the boats in the water. Very nice. Mom took lots of pics...she'll have to post some soon. She's way behind on posting pics...very sorry! Maybe this week, we'll give you an All-photo blog entry! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SDS (tired but happy!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1787155094312691359-8424767325936300277?l=servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/feeds/8424767325936300277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1787155094312691359&amp;postID=8424767325936300277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/8424767325936300277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/8424767325936300277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/2008/12/day-in-baltimore.html' title='A day in Baltimore...'/><author><name>Service Dog Sawyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477643061550954535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J-FthkTErKY/SA9f6ukl_PI/AAAAAAAAADU/l8BzWGZVXXE/S220/Bean+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787155094312691359.post-1615456991125134025</id><published>2008-12-26T21:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T21:25:06.462-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't waste your money...</title><content type='html'>We tried our new pet nail sander today...Mom had it wrong, it's not the Peticure, but the &lt;a href="http://www.pedipaws.com/?directLoad&amp;uid=D58C8C6E87F102E424C6DA38477469C6"&gt;Pedi Paws&lt;/a&gt; one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awful...the thing is too slow/weak to do our nails. Mom thought it would be a nice alternative to the heavy dremel she uses now, but it wasn't good at all. We all can handle the dremel at medium speed, but this thing spooked us because it kept stopping and skipping when our nails touched it. Barely did anything for our nails. Mom gave up after trying mine and Score's nails, and then did Xander's too. You can't tell that she used the thing. Stupid product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save your money, Mom says, and get a real dremel (she hears that the Pet Sander version is quite nice n' portable). We got this Pedi Paws as a present from our Grumparents...hopefully they can get their money back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SDS (happy that he didn't get his nails done today!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1787155094312691359-1615456991125134025?l=servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/feeds/1615456991125134025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1787155094312691359&amp;postID=1615456991125134025' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/1615456991125134025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/1615456991125134025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/2008/12/dont-waste-your-money.html' title='Don&apos;t waste your money...'/><author><name>Service Dog Sawyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477643061550954535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J-FthkTErKY/SA9f6ukl_PI/AAAAAAAAADU/l8BzWGZVXXE/S220/Bean+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787155094312691359.post-8076448763391467547</id><published>2008-12-25T21:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T21:07:34.285-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas Everyone!</title><content type='html'>Hope everyone had a good day! We sure did...though my Grumpa sat in my spot on the couch all day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fun day filled with happiness and lots of food...and lots of presents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom got a new "contraption" today...a &lt;a href="http://www.peticure.com/"&gt;Peticure&lt;/a&gt;. She said she's getting batteries tomorrow and doing all of our nails. Great. Sounds like fun. (not)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas! We'll be back with new pics soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~A very satisfied SDS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1787155094312691359-8076448763391467547?l=servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/feeds/8076448763391467547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1787155094312691359&amp;postID=8076448763391467547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/8076448763391467547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/8076448763391467547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas-everyone.html' title='Merry Christmas Everyone!'/><author><name>Service Dog Sawyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477643061550954535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J-FthkTErKY/SA9f6ukl_PI/AAAAAAAAADU/l8BzWGZVXXE/S220/Bean+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787155094312691359.post-7863567417970308965</id><published>2008-12-23T21:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T22:02:07.678-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holidays!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=AUtPKbMwnRo"&gt;Doggie Christmas Surprise!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holidays to everyone! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SDS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1787155094312691359-7863567417970308965?l=servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/feeds/7863567417970308965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1787155094312691359&amp;postID=7863567417970308965' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/7863567417970308965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/7863567417970308965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy Holidays!'/><author><name>Service Dog Sawyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477643061550954535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J-FthkTErKY/SA9f6ukl_PI/AAAAAAAAADU/l8BzWGZVXXE/S220/Bean+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787155094312691359.post-1594252962986403695</id><published>2008-12-21T20:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T20:49:26.478-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puppy raising'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bryce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Assistance dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='critters'/><title type='text'>Why am I so good with other animals?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b8cf32b3127ccec5ce3f1fa48f00000040O08IaMmTJmzag9vPhI/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D0/rx%3D550/ry%3D400/"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 400px;" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b8cf32b3127ccec5ce3f1fa48f00000040O08IaMmTJmzag9vPhI/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D0/rx%3D550/ry%3D400/" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because I live with soooo many. We know many Assistance Dogs with prey drive problems...but not me. I am immune to small critters. We were at a rodent show last year, and a ferret was running lose, and ran over my front legs as I laid by John's scooter. Mom saw me...I didn't even flinch. (the ferret then took up occupancy under the scooter and had a fine time playing there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom tries to take all of the "zoo" to puppy class every so often, so the puppies that don't live with us can get some exposure too. Not every puppy raiser keeps a small community of critters in the house like Mom does. And all of our critters are dog-savvy and dog-friendly. Like Fry, the new kitten pictured above. He's either really brave, or kinda dumb. Below is a picture of him with a visiting whippet friend, Cruz. Crazy kitten!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b8cf32b3127ccec5ce3aa8659200000040O08IaMmTJmzag9vPhI/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D0/rx%3D550/ry%3D400/"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 400px;" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b8cf32b3127ccec5ce3aa8659200000040O08IaMmTJmzag9vPhI/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D0/rx%3D550/ry%3D400/" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryce (the Fidos collie pup in training) and Fry are now friends, btw...Mom keeps trying to get pics of them playing, but they're so fast...the pics are always blurry! She'll keep trying!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1787155094312691359-1594252962986403695?l=servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/feeds/1594252962986403695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1787155094312691359&amp;postID=1594252962986403695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/1594252962986403695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/1594252962986403695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/2008/12/why-am-i-so-good-with-other-animals.html' title='Why am I so good with other animals?'/><author><name>Service Dog Sawyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477643061550954535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J-FthkTErKY/SA9f6ukl_PI/AAAAAAAAADU/l8BzWGZVXXE/S220/Bean+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787155094312691359.post-4591974933328751825</id><published>2008-12-21T00:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T00:20:46.297-05:00</updated><title type='text'>John wants to brag on me...</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it...John actually wanted to brag about me in writing today! So I am graciously turning the blog over to him tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Some details were edited to keep this blog PG. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While shopping for pen kits and stuff we had a run in with the store owner's dog, a Shiba Inu. I saw the dog in another corner of he store and he was sniffing the air, I guess he smelled Sawyer, then he disappears for about a minute. Next thing I see is this dog sliding to a stop in the aisle next to us, he back pedals and immediately sticks his nose right into Sawyer's face. Sawyer does a quick sniff and comes right back to my side so we can continue our shopping and the Shiba continues to shove his nose up Sawyer's rear end*. After the dog not leaving us alone, I had to put my hand on the shiba's head to push him away, multiple times, one of the employees finally comes over and just tells the dog to leave us alone and walks off. I guess we ignored the dog long enough and he went away. We move to another part of the store and the dog gets right up into Sawyer's face so Sawyer turns away from him then the stupid dog tries to put his head/neck onto Sawyer's back, then wants to play. Sawyer finally has had enough and lets out a low, quick grumble and to my surprise the Shiba just stops without any kind of reaction. He just looked at Sawyer and decided to make himself a little smaller and just went away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sawyer behaved amazingly well, like he always does. I could not believe how well the Shiba was with people and Sawyer. I've always heard that Shibas are not good with other dogs. This one was a little rude but backed off really quickly when he was told off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoohoo Bean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should probably give Erin a little credit for Sawyer's behavior too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-John (Sawyer's human)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1787155094312691359-4591974933328751825?l=servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/feeds/4591974933328751825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1787155094312691359&amp;postID=4591974933328751825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/4591974933328751825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/4591974933328751825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/2008/12/john-wants-to-brag-on-me.html' title='John wants to brag on me...'/><author><name>Service Dog Sawyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477643061550954535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J-FthkTErKY/SA9f6ukl_PI/AAAAAAAAADU/l8BzWGZVXXE/S220/Bean+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787155094312691359.post-5481540108928616646</id><published>2008-12-19T09:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T09:50:29.945-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you been naughty or nice?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj204/TheRedQueen4/002-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj204/TheRedQueen4/002-4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been very nice this year...helping John with all sorts of things. I think Santa will definitely bring me some good stuff this year. I've got my stocking hung up and everything. Now I just have to wait a few more days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not get a chance to post too much until after the new year...my Grumparents are coming in for Christmas next week! I hope everyone has a great Holiday, no matter what you celebrate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SDS (trying so hard to stay "good for goodness sake!")&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1787155094312691359-5481540108928616646?l=servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/feeds/5481540108928616646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1787155094312691359&amp;postID=5481540108928616646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/5481540108928616646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/5481540108928616646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/2008/12/have-you-been-naughty-or-nice.html' title='Have you been naughty or nice?'/><author><name>Service Dog Sawyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477643061550954535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J-FthkTErKY/SA9f6ukl_PI/AAAAAAAAADU/l8BzWGZVXXE/S220/Bean+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787155094312691359.post-5099028694656069898</id><published>2008-12-16T00:24:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T00:26:47.774-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Goo Girls</title><content type='html'>Mom was going through her photobucket account, and found this pic of the Goo Girls...she had no idea the photobucket albums had so many pics! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just had to share this pic, as they're so cute. This is Teyla and Trillian...they're degus, a South American rodent. They were having a playdate in the tub. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s273.photobucket.com/albums/jj204/TheRedQueen4/?action=view&amp;current=181-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj204/TheRedQueen4/181-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surrounded by small creatures&lt;br /&gt;~SDS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1787155094312691359-5099028694656069898?l=servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/feeds/5099028694656069898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1787155094312691359&amp;postID=5099028694656069898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/5099028694656069898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/5099028694656069898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/2008/12/goo-girls.html' title='The Goo Girls'/><author><name>Service Dog Sawyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477643061550954535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J-FthkTErKY/SA9f6ukl_PI/AAAAAAAAADU/l8BzWGZVXXE/S220/Bean+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787155094312691359.post-8778817148492667470</id><published>2008-12-16T00:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T00:21:08.489-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New toy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s273.photobucket.com/albums/jj204/TheRedQueen4/?action=view&amp;current=026-4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj204/TheRedQueen4/026-4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new toy! I'm very excited!&lt;br /&gt;~SDS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1787155094312691359-8778817148492667470?l=servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/feeds/8778817148492667470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1787155094312691359&amp;postID=8778817148492667470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/8778817148492667470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/8778817148492667470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-toy.html' title='New toy!'/><author><name>Service Dog Sawyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477643061550954535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J-FthkTErKY/SA9f6ukl_PI/AAAAAAAAADU/l8BzWGZVXXE/S220/Bean+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787155094312691359.post-2628893049018099800</id><published>2008-12-15T23:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T23:19:13.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Clean bill of health</title><content type='html'>I went to the vet today...a new vet that gives discounts to Service Dogs. (how very nice of them!) I got an exam, my distemper combo shot and horror of horrors, *whispers* they took a fecal sample. I grumbled for that one. Ugh. Who wouldn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was good, of course, I am perfect in every way. (Riiighhhhtttt...says Mom)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to have everyone ooh and ahh over me of course...they were impressed at my skills (I offered them lots of behaviors for some kibble). It was a nice time. Mom wishes Inara would find the vet as fun as Score and I do. Silly sister!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...I've got to go nap on the couch, it's been a long day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy and healthy for the new year&lt;br /&gt;~SDS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1787155094312691359-2628893049018099800?l=servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/feeds/2628893049018099800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1787155094312691359&amp;postID=2628893049018099800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/2628893049018099800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/2628893049018099800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/2008/12/clean-bill-of-health.html' title='Clean bill of health'/><author><name>Service Dog Sawyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477643061550954535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J-FthkTErKY/SA9f6ukl_PI/AAAAAAAAADU/l8BzWGZVXXE/S220/Bean+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787155094312691359.post-6636438068113972026</id><published>2008-12-12T00:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:44:08.590-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EVBB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flyball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blood donation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Therapy Dog'/><title type='text'>I am a Life Saver!</title><content type='html'>That's right, I officially became a Blood Donor today. My first time giving blood, and it couldn't have been easier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom left me with the vet and techs, and went out to walk Score (big baby wouldn't potty in the rain). She was waiting in the lobby when I was done, and they brought her into the room where I was. I was having a blast...walking around eating treats and mugging them for more. They told mom that I was really good, that they didn't think I even knew what was going on (there was PEANUT BUTTER). Then they threw some treats into the water bucket, and I amused them by blowing bubbles as I stuck my entire head into the bucket. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a new red bandanna that says "Blood donation the humane way." I look quite smashing in it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is quite a nice addition to my resume, don't you think? Service Dog, Therapy Dog, Flyball Dog, now Blood Donor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SDS: The man of many talents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS...for more information on giving blood in Maryland and Virginia...check out &lt;a href="www.evbb.com"&gt;Eastern Veterinary Blood Bank (EVBB)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1787155094312691359-6636438068113972026?l=servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/feeds/6636438068113972026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1787155094312691359&amp;postID=6636438068113972026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/6636438068113972026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/6636438068113972026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-am-life-saver.html' title='I am a Life Saver!'/><author><name>Service Dog Sawyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477643061550954535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J-FthkTErKY/SA9f6ukl_PI/AAAAAAAAADU/l8BzWGZVXXE/S220/Bean+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787155094312691359.post-4804220588382947055</id><published>2008-12-08T20:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:39:58.517-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Score'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pit bulls'/><title type='text'>Pit Bulls and Pretty Girls</title><content type='html'>Mom says that I have to give her a plug for the new calendar that she and Score are in. It's a calendar with pin-ups and their pit bulls (or mixes like Score). None of the girls are models...they're all just pit bull owners that wanted to help out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the proceeds go to &lt;a href="http://www.operationhugahero.com/"&gt;Operation Hug A Hero&lt;/a&gt;. This is a special fund to help get "Hug a Hero" or "Daddy" dolls to kids that have lost a parent in the line of duty or simply can't afford one. These special dolls are printed with the likeness of a loved one that is overseas, in the hospital, etc. What a great thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom is "Miss November", if you want to check her out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=" http://www.cafepress.com/rubypress.327009295"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pit Bulls and Pretty Girls&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a great present for those deployed overseas or anyone that loves pit bulls (or pin-ups!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SDS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1787155094312691359-4804220588382947055?l=servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/feeds/4804220588382947055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1787155094312691359&amp;postID=4804220588382947055' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/4804220588382947055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/4804220588382947055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/2008/12/pit-bulls-and-pretty-girls.html' title='Pit Bulls and Pretty Girls'/><author><name>Service Dog Sawyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477643061550954535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J-FthkTErKY/SA9f6ukl_PI/AAAAAAAAADU/l8BzWGZVXXE/S220/Bean+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787155094312691359.post-408165190659554110</id><published>2008-12-05T21:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T21:38:59.092-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flyball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Service Dog'/><title type='text'>Flyball again...</title><content type='html'>This time it's our new YouTube videos...put together by a team member-Jenn. (She's also my new flyball handler.) :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3KIMnhNormw"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Two-Lane Highway Team Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rq_SL13jymY&amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And our blooper reel!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be flyballin' again this weekend...hopefully getting some more good videos to share with all of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SDS: Proving once again, that Service Dogs do play!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1787155094312691359-408165190659554110?l=servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/feeds/408165190659554110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1787155094312691359&amp;postID=408165190659554110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/408165190659554110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/408165190659554110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/2008/12/flyball-again.html' title='Flyball again...'/><author><name>Service Dog Sawyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477643061550954535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J-FthkTErKY/SA9f6ukl_PI/AAAAAAAAADU/l8BzWGZVXXE/S220/Bean+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787155094312691359.post-7545500718397792195</id><published>2008-12-04T09:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T09:39:16.090-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bryce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public access'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flyball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Service Dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='collie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Xander'/><title type='text'>So busy!</title><content type='html'>It's hard to find time to blog when you're a busy guy like me! What with all of the relatives and friends over for Thanksgiving, flyball tournaments and other fun stuff, it's been crazy around here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom says it's a slow day today, so we'll get back and blog about our puppy class field trip from last night...but later! Be patient! For now, some updates on the household:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryce is doing well, and growing lots of nose and legs. No one asks "What breed is he?" anymore...most people can guess "Collie" now. Hard to miss that needle nose. He's making friends with the kitten, Fry, and charms everyone he meets. Except for Mom when he poops on the floor behind her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xander is still on crate rest, and will need surgery soon. His ACL is still bothering him, he barely puts weight on it. Mom is guessing that it's more than a partial tear. Now we have to raise the money for his surgery somehow. Ugh. He's a good boy though, Mom says, and is quiet in his crate (not like me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing well...been getting out a lot. (John hates to go out when it's cold...but Mom tells him that I need to get out some, so he goes out-just for little ol' me!) I love to get out and go places...that's one reason I love being a Service Dog. I've been behaving myself everywhere we go...Mom and John have been very proud of me. It's been 2 years since I decided that this was the life for me...and I think we're all very pleased at my decision. (the humans think THEY made the choice...right!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big news? I got an invite to be part of the DogTime Blog Network...so I'm going to be a DogTime Blog Star soon! We'll have more of an audience soon! Thanks for the invite, DogTime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now...I'll hopefully have some puppy class pics up later!&lt;br /&gt;~SDS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1787155094312691359-7545500718397792195?l=servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/feeds/7545500718397792195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1787155094312691359&amp;postID=7545500718397792195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/7545500718397792195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/7545500718397792195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-busy.html' title='So busy!'/><author><name>Service Dog Sawyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477643061550954535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J-FthkTErKY/SA9f6ukl_PI/AAAAAAAAADU/l8BzWGZVXXE/S220/Bean+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787155094312691359.post-1584779697779314312</id><published>2008-11-27T09:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T09:54:32.555-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>There is a lot to be thankful for today! I hope that you and your family have a lovely day, just like we're planning. Turkey and all of the trimmings, family and friends (dogs, cats and humans) all around us...all tucked into a warm little house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just gave John a big hug to thank him for everything he does for me...it made him laugh, so that's good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thanksgiving to everyone!&lt;br /&gt;~SDS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1787155094312691359-1584779697779314312?l=servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/feeds/1584779697779314312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1787155094312691359&amp;postID=1584779697779314312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/1584779697779314312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/1584779697779314312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Service Dog Sawyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477643061550954535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J-FthkTErKY/SA9f6ukl_PI/AAAAAAAAADU/l8BzWGZVXXE/S220/Bean+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787155094312691359.post-2608302537554168995</id><published>2008-11-25T21:42:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T21:49:28.626-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flyball'/><title type='text'>Flyball (I hope!)</title><content type='html'>Hi all~&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying something new...testing out a video from this past weekend's flyball tournament. Hopefully it works! The first dog you'll see is yours truly...don't blink or you'll miss me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s306.photobucket.com/albums/nn264/fenella935/Flyball/?action=view&amp;current=Jan162007-VID00040.flv"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flyball Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having trouble making it anything other than just a direct link...sorry! If Mom wasn't so computer illiterate, I'd have her help me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SDS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1787155094312691359-2608302537554168995?l=servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/x-flv' href='http://s306.photobucket.com/albums/nn264/fenella935/Flyball/?action=view&amp;current=Jan162007-VID00040.flv' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/feeds/2608302537554168995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1787155094312691359&amp;postID=2608302537554168995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/2608302537554168995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/2608302537554168995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/2008/11/flyball-i-hope.html' title='Flyball (I hope!)'/><author><name>Service Dog Sawyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477643061550954535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J-FthkTErKY/SA9f6ukl_PI/AAAAAAAAADU/l8BzWGZVXXE/S220/Bean+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787155094312691359.post-4584448101239672480</id><published>2008-11-24T11:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T11:08:30.931-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public access'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flyball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Service Dog'/><title type='text'>And I'm the one being denied access...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b7df11b3127ccec06904d00b7600000010O08IaMmTJmzag9vPhI/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D0/rx%3D550/ry%3D400/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 550px; height: 400px;" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b7df11b3127ccec06904d00b7600000010O08IaMmTJmzag9vPhI/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D0/rx%3D550/ry%3D400/" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were out to eat last night at Golden Corral...with the flyball team, after a great weekend of flyballin'. I was under the table, as usual, fast asleep. Flyball makes me very tired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The table next to us had numerous kids of all ages, running around the entire building. The parents were sitting at the table talking and having a lovely time, while the kids ran everywhere. Mom almost tripped over them twice. At one point, they came over about 6' away, crouched down and started barking at me. Being a good Service Dog, I remained quiet and polite. Mom however, had enough...and turned to talk to the kids. She told them "Don't bark at the dog." The kids stayed there, and kept "woofing". Mom was tired and cranky, and finally turned around and said loudly, "LEAVE THE DOG ALONE!". There might have been a little growl too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids ran off. The parents didn't notice a thing. But the kids left me alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm the one people don't want in restaurants. *shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is a crazy place...&lt;br /&gt;~SDS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1787155094312691359-4584448101239672480?l=servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/feeds/4584448101239672480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1787155094312691359&amp;postID=4584448101239672480' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/4584448101239672480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/4584448101239672480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/2008/11/and-im-one-being-denied-access.html' title='And I&apos;m the one being denied access...'/><author><name>Service Dog Sawyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477643061550954535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J-FthkTErKY/SA9f6ukl_PI/AAAAAAAAADU/l8BzWGZVXXE/S220/Bean+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787155094312691359.post-4522058065286254036</id><published>2008-11-21T09:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T09:32:24.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why it's so important...</title><content type='html'>Mom is always telling puppy owners about the important stuff. Why it's important to crate train, why it's important to have your puppy eliminate on cue, why it's important for your puppy to handle being alone, and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hit home this week, why she lectures them so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xander tore an ACL this week (on Tuesday), and he's on strict crate rest and leash walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, Mom practices what she preaches, and things are going smoothly. Xander's a bit depressed because he can't run around with all of us, but he's doing okay. His leg hurts a lot, I can tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom has him in a crate in the office, so he can see everyone. He has a big cushy bed and lots of stuffed Kongs and chewies. He can only go out in the front yard (the back yard has steps), and only on a leash...luckily he potties on command and on leash. Mom keeps saying that this would be much harder with a dog not used to going in a crate or eliminating on cue. She thinks of all of the dogs she knows that can't do stuff like this, and groans just thinking about how to take care of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're off for the weekend to a flyball tournament...the good thing is, I get to take Xander's spot, so I get to run more! But poor Xander, he's gonna be so sad. Mom's gonna have to make sure she has lots of peanut butter (his favorite) for his Kongs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SDS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1787155094312691359-4522058065286254036?l=servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/feeds/4522058065286254036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1787155094312691359&amp;postID=4522058065286254036' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/4522058065286254036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/4522058065286254036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/2008/11/why-its-so-important.html' title='Why it&apos;s so important...'/><author><name>Service Dog Sawyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477643061550954535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J-FthkTErKY/SA9f6ukl_PI/AAAAAAAAADU/l8BzWGZVXXE/S220/Bean+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787155094312691359.post-6689420147246367234</id><published>2008-11-18T11:34:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T11:53:17.784-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Score'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puppy raising'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bryce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public access'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Assistance dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Look At That game'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Socialization'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Control Unleashed'/><title type='text'>Meeting the mail carrier</title><content type='html'>A blast from the past for the picture today...a Score-pup pic!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b7da05b3127ccec0a438087c3e00000010O18IaMmTJmzag9vPhI/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D1/rx%3D550/ry%3D400/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 550px; height: 400px;" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b7da05b3127ccec0a438087c3e00000010O18IaMmTJmzag9vPhI/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D1/rx%3D550/ry%3D400/" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryce went out and met the mail carrier today...so he can cross two things off his socialization checklist...a mail carrier, and gloves, since she was wearing latex gloves (to sort the mail). He was all wiggly and happy to see her...a very good meeting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's important for all dogs, to be introduced to people in uniform and people that work around the house. Most of us know a dog that barks at the mail carrier...my own sister, Inara, is crazy when she comes to deliver the mail. (Mom's nipping that little habit with the help of the &lt;a href="http://www.controlunleashed.net/"&gt;Control Unleashed&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Look At That&lt;/span&gt; game) It's much better to give the puppies good experiences, rather than having to fix problems down the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's important for all dogs, but especially important for Assistance Dogs...we see people in uniform all of the time when we're out in public, and often times, they're not real happy to see us. I can't tell you how many irate security guards, and managers have come over to try and deny us access. So often times, those people in uniform that we see have really threatening body language. Dogs have a great ability to read people...so it's important for us to have many, many good experiences so we have a solid history of meeting nice uniformed people. That way, we don't get upset and bark or get nervous around them when they're heading towards us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Score for instance, as a puppy, met firefighters (in boots and suits), police officers, security guards, mail carriers, and anyone else that would hold still long enough for Mom to rush up and shove Score in their face for petting and treats. I think she's planning on doing the same for Bryce. She's crazy like that. (BTW, Score ADORES people in uniform, to this day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am fine with people in general...I don't care what you look like or what you say or do, I just stick with John and ignore most everyone else. Mom didn't work with me with this really, it's just how I am. She says it's mostly because of my breed. Aussies are not bred to be everyone's friend...we're reserved by nature. She says it makes for a good Assistance Dog, as I'm friendly but concentrate on the job at hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SDS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1787155094312691359-6689420147246367234?l=servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/feeds/6689420147246367234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1787155094312691359&amp;postID=6689420147246367234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/6689420147246367234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/6689420147246367234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/2008/11/meeting-mail-carrier.html' title='Meeting the mail carrier'/><author><name>Service Dog Sawyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477643061550954535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J-FthkTErKY/SA9f6ukl_PI/AAAAAAAAADU/l8BzWGZVXXE/S220/Bean+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787155094312691359.post-5552888866314860846</id><published>2008-11-17T19:09:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T19:15:46.615-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public access'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tugging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='service dog training'/><title type='text'>Ouch!</title><content type='html'>Well, John and I have have homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom says it's something we have to work on together. Seems I'm getting too excited when we go out places this season, and I'm chomping too hard when I go to tug John's coat off. We were at a fundraiser tea yesterday...(for Caring Carroll, a coalition in our county that helps with non-medical needs of home-bound residents)...and I went to tug John's coat off, and Mom heard his yelp across the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she's making us work on this at home...and teaching me to remember to use a soft mouth. It's been a while since I've tugged off his coat in public...and I guess I forgot. (Yeah...I forgot, that's it) Mom said that she's gonna make John work on this, because she's tired of hearing him yell "OUCH!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you updated on my progress...a Service Dog's training is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; done! *sheesh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SDS *with a new, improved, softer mouth*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1787155094312691359-5552888866314860846?l=servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/feeds/5552888866314860846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1787155094312691359&amp;postID=5552888866314860846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/5552888866314860846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/5552888866314860846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/2008/11/ouch.html' title='Ouch!'/><author><name>Service Dog Sawyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477643061550954535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J-FthkTErKY/SA9f6ukl_PI/AAAAAAAAADU/l8BzWGZVXXE/S220/Bean+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787155094312691359.post-3760717070037787943</id><published>2008-11-15T23:15:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T23:33:35.458-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puppy raising'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bryce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chloe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Assistance dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Service Dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hearing Dog'/><title type='text'>Hearing dog prospect?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b8cf32b3127ccec5ce216ca4f300000040O08IaMmTJmzag9vPhI/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D0/rx%3D550/ry%3D400/"&gt;He's got places to go...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b8cf32b3127ccec5ce216ca4f300000040O08IaMmTJmzag9vPhI/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D0/rx%3D550/ry%3D400/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 550px; height: 400px;" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b8cf32b3127ccec5ce216ca4f300000040O08IaMmTJmzag9vPhI/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D0/rx%3D550/ry%3D400/" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom says she has never seen a puppy so attuned to noises in its environment like Bryce is. Fidos trains two types of Assistance Dogs...Service and Hearing. The Hearing Dogs help people who are deaf or hard-of-hearing...by alerting them to sounds. The trainers know usually around a year old if the dog is really interested in sounds or not. You can tell when they're puppies too...but it sometimes will change as they grow older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Bryce is the first one to pay attention to every little noise in the house. Mom swears he's a Hearing Dog in the making. He listens to the TV when funny noises happen, he listens to all the bells and whistles in the kitchen, and even went to investigate the dripping water noise from the downspout while he was playing in the backyard. Just now, she was bringing him into the office so she could keep an eye on him...she started closing the door as he was coming through, and he stopped to investigate the sound of the hinges (they're new and they squeak a tiny bit).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a bold puppy, so he usually investigates or tries to...rather than noticing a sound and running away scared. Mom's having fun by letting him go see all these noises, and making happy talk when he goes the source of a sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryce has a long road ahead of him, but he's already making great strides towards being a wonderful Assistance Dog...maybe a Hearing Dog like my friend &lt;a href="http://hearingelmo.com/"&gt;Chloe&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SDS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1787155094312691359-3760717070037787943?l=servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/feeds/3760717070037787943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1787155094312691359&amp;postID=3760717070037787943' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/3760717070037787943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/3760717070037787943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/2008/11/hearing-dog-prospect.html' title='Hearing dog prospect?'/><author><name>Service Dog Sawyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477643061550954535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J-FthkTErKY/SA9f6ukl_PI/AAAAAAAAADU/l8BzWGZVXXE/S220/Bean+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787155094312691359.post-754341207031747950</id><published>2008-11-15T15:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T15:45:39.204-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"I Rescued A Human Today"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Rescued A Human Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rescued a human today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Her eyes met mine as she walked down the corridor peering &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;apprehensively into the kennels. I felt her need instantly and knew &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I had to help her. I wagged my tail, not too exuberantly, so she &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;wouldn't be afraid. As she stopped at my kennel I blocked her view &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;from a little accident I had in the back of my cage. I didn't want &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;her to know that I hadn't been walked today. Sometimes the shelter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;keepers get too busy and I didn't want her to think poorly of them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As she read my kennel card I hoped that she wouldn't feel sad about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;my past. I only have the future to look forward to and want to make &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;a difference in someone's life. She got down on her knees and made &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;little kissy sounds at me. I shoved my shoulder and side of my head &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;up against the bars to comfort her. Gentle fingertips caressed my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;neck; she was desperate for companionship. A tear fell down her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;cheek and I raised my paw to assure her that all would be well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Soon my kennel door opened and her smile was so bright that I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;instantly jumped into her arms. I would promise to keep her safe. I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;would promise to always be by her side. I would promise to do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;everything I could to see that radiant smile and sparkle in her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;eyes. I was so fortunate that she came down my corridor. So many &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;more are out there who haven't walked the corridors. So many more to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;be saved. At least I could save one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I rescued a human today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;~Author unknown~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought you'd all enjoy this poem we found today!&lt;br /&gt;~SDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1787155094312691359-754341207031747950?l=servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/feeds/754341207031747950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1787155094312691359&amp;postID=754341207031747950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/754341207031747950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/754341207031747950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-rescued-human-today.html' title='&quot;I Rescued A Human Today&quot;'/><author><name>Service Dog Sawyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477643061550954535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J-FthkTErKY/SA9f6ukl_PI/AAAAAAAAADU/l8BzWGZVXXE/S220/Bean+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787155094312691359.post-8471005645972504913</id><published>2008-11-14T07:52:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T11:01:05.856-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Program-trained'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puppy raising'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bryce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Assistance dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retrieving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fidos For Freedom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='collie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='service dog training'/><title type='text'>Meet Bryce!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b8cf35b3127ccec5c97acd4e0e00000060O18IaMmTJmzag9vPhI/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D1/rx%3D550/ry%3D400/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 550px; height: 400px;" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b8cf35b3127ccec5c97acd4e0e00000060O18IaMmTJmzag9vPhI/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D1/rx%3D550/ry%3D400/" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Bryce everyone! He's the newest puppy at Fidos. He'll be staying with us for a while. We're all less than impressed. He's not big enough to wrestle with yet. Mom says that will change soon. We'll see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryce is a blue merle, smooth collie pup, 8 weeks old...donated by Terry and John Peters, Misti Morn Kennels. John's first SD, Charlie was the same...blue merle, smooth collie. I thought John would like Bryce better than me...but he says he's not stupid...he knows me too well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryce is a noisy puppy...but that's getting better. He's really good about retrieving stuff already...he's playing with all sorts of things, even a set of keys! He also loves to tug...which gets him in trouble when he tugs clothing when he's not asked! Bratty pups make good service dogs though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll probably see more of him in the coming weeks...but this was just an intro. Pardon his silly ears, they're being taped so they "tip" at the top...rather than point straight up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back off to bed...this puppy tires me out.&lt;br /&gt;~SDS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1787155094312691359-8471005645972504913?l=servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/feeds/8471005645972504913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1787155094312691359&amp;postID=8471005645972504913' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/8471005645972504913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/8471005645972504913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/2008/11/meet-bryce.html' title='Meet Bryce!'/><author><name>Service Dog Sawyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477643061550954535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J-FthkTErKY/SA9f6ukl_PI/AAAAAAAAADU/l8BzWGZVXXE/S220/Bean+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787155094312691359.post-7334597243764219889</id><published>2008-11-13T10:22:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:58:56.732-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puppy raising'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fidos For Freedom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='service dog training'/><title type='text'>Taking puppy out...socialization thoughts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b7db38b3127ccec172962f876f00000010O08IaMmTJmzag9vPhI/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D0/rx%3D550/ry%3D400/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 550px; height: 400px;" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b7db38b3127ccec172962f876f00000010O08IaMmTJmzag9vPhI/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D0/rx%3D550/ry%3D400/" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom has the guest spot on my blog today...as I'm going back to sleep, and she's wide awake and home with a cold. :) Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I wanted to discuss socialization of your puppy. I am in charge of all of the Puppy Raisers for Fidos For Freedom. One of the aspects of puppy training that we focus on  quite a bit is that word everyone hears when they get their new pup: Socialization. I think that many people misunderstand what we are talking about when we bring up this term, so I want to break it down, as I see it...especially in talking about puppies in the Service and Hearing training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost...we want these puppies out and about experiencing as much as possible. Eventually these pups will grow to be a dog that goes out with a client to many places...restaurants, shopping malls, subway trains, zoos, etc. We want the puppy accustomed to as many things as we can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course this means that they have to meet new people. We want puppies to meet people of different shapes, sizes, races, genders, ages, and abilities. When I have a new baby (8-9 weeks) puppy in training, I shove him/her into the arms of anyone who dares "Awwww" over the pup. I was at Fidos last night with the newest pup, Bryce, who is living here for a few weeks. He saw little kids, teenagers, adults, people in wheelchairs, people in walkers, people with and without their own dogs on leash. Many people held him and everyone petted him. He was wiped out when he got home. He will continue to meet new people as he stays here...I'll take him out to meet the mail carrier, and the UPS driver. He's met the neighbors all around, kids and adults. He'll go to the vet and have happy visits with everyone there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sounds like a lot of time, and it can be. But we don't stop there. Socialization is not just about meeting humans. The puppy needs to meet other dogs (adult and puppy), and as many other types of animals as possible. Bryce has met the two cats (one fluffy adult, one short-haired kitten), he's met the guinea pigs and rabbits. He lives of course with Sawyer and the others, and meets other friendly adult dogs. Bryce and the neighbor pup, Cocoa (6 mo. shih tzu) had a playdate yesterday in the yard. We'll have a bird boarding with us over Thanksgiving, so he'll get to meet a bird in a cage. I make sure that all of these experiences are positive for him. We were at Fidos last night, and there were many dogs out and about in the building. Some dogs strained at their leashes to meet him...and I made sure to protect Bryce from those dogs. Whether friendly or not, they were being pushy, and I didn't want him scared. He met adult dogs that were easy-going and friendly to him. First and foremost, protect your puppy! Meeting adult dogs that don't like puppies, for instance, is not going to help in the long-run. Heading out to the dog park with the puppy...not a good idea. Set up play-dates with other puppy owners, find a good puppy class, meet up with friends who have puppy-safe adult dogs...these are what you should do instead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to meeting all these new friends, we still have more socialization to do! It doesn't end with humans and "other" animals. ;-) Another aspect of the socialization includes the environment the puppy is in. This means the puppy should experience more than just your house and yard. Of course young pups aren't completely vaccinated, so you want to be careful about where you go. The training center is a good place to go, so puppies come along to classes with me during the week (more people and dogs to meet too!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want the puppy to experience different surfaces under their feet...slippery floors, mulch, carpet, uneven surfaces, rough surfaces. I want the puppy to eat in different places...in their crate, in the car, in the living room, in the kitchen, up on a taller surface (on a table, couch, etc), in the grass, etc. I want them to play with different items...stuffed toys, hard toys, water bottles, metal keys on a ring, soda cans, the list is endless. Eating out of different containers...ceramic, metal, plastic bowls, frisbee, etc. This is all part of the socialization. It's not just meeting people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last thing I want to mention is that I always stress &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;quality rather than quantity&lt;/span&gt;. It always makes me think of the line, "First, do no harm". It is up to you, as the puppy parent to make sure that all these experiences are positive and fun for the puppy. If the puppy is worried, scared, unsure, do not push it. Protect the puppy from potential harm: a big dog rolling the puppy, a surface that the puppy is scared of, whatever it might be...you are the one in charge, the puppy relies on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Sawyer's Mom (aka Erin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the guidelines I follow, and recommend to my puppy raisers is the "Puppy's Rule of Twelve" by Margaret Hughes. I print off a copy for each of my puppies, and I circle each thing that they do or experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Make                sure all experiences are safe and positive for the puppy. Each encounter                should include treats and lots of praise. Slow down and add distance                if your puppy is scared!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Geneva,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;             &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Geneva,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" &gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Geneva,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;By the                time a puppy is 12 weeks old, it should have: (If over 12 wks start                right away) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Geneva,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" &gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Geneva,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Experienced &lt;/strong&gt;12                different surface: wood, woodchips, carpet tile, cement, linoleum,                grass, wet grass, dirt, mud, puddles grates, uneven surfaces, on                a table, on a chair, etc... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Geneva,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Geneva,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Played &lt;/strong&gt;with                12 different objects: fuzzy toys, big &amp;amp; small balls, hard toys,                funny sounding toys, wooden items, paper or cartboard items, milk                jugs, metal items, etc... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Geneva,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Geneva,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Experienced &lt;/strong&gt;12                different locations: front yard (daily), other people's homes, school                yard, lake, pond, river, boat, basement, elevator, car, moving car,                garage, laundry room, kennel, vet hospital (just to say hi and visit,                lots of cookies, vaccinations) grooming salon (just to say hi) etc...                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Geneva,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Geneva,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Met and played&lt;/strong&gt;                with 12 new people: (outside of family) include children, adults                (male and female) elderly adults, people in wheelchairs, walkers                people with canes, crutches, hats, sunglasses, etc... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Geneva,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Geneva,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Exposed &lt;/strong&gt;to                12 different noises: (ALWAYS keep positive and watch puppy's comfort                level-we don't want the puppy scared) garage door opening, doorbell,                children playing, babies screaming, big trucks, Harley motorcycles,                skateboards, washing machine, shopping carts, power bost, clapping,                pan dropping, vacuums, lawnmowers, etc... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Geneva,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;              &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Exposed &lt;/strong&gt;to                12 fast moving objects: (Don't allow to chase) skateboards, roller-blades,                bikes, motorcycles, cars, people running, cats running, scooters,                children running, squirrels, horses running, etc...&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;                       &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"The Puppy's Rule of Twelve" is something that I am very proud of, and would like to keep ownership of.  Please give me full credit when using this on your website or any other form.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Positive Paws Dog Training ©2002 - Margaret Hughes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Adapted with permission from Pat Schaap's "RULE OF 7's" for 7 week old puppies&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Thank you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:mags@positivetrainer.com"&gt;Margaret Hughes&lt;/a&gt;, owner of The Puppy's Rule of Twelve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S. That's Score and his first girlfriend, Twister, at the top of the page. Back when they were about 10 weeks old in puppy class. Twister is currently up for adoption...I'll post a link to her page soon.-Erin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1787155094312691359-7334597243764219889?l=servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/feeds/7334597243764219889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1787155094312691359&amp;postID=7334597243764219889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/7334597243764219889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/7334597243764219889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/2008/11/taking-puppy-outsocialization-thoughts.html' title='Taking puppy out...socialization thoughts...'/><author><name>Service Dog Sawyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477643061550954535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J-FthkTErKY/SA9f6ukl_PI/AAAAAAAAADU/l8BzWGZVXXE/S220/Bean+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787155094312691359.post-6290213211409019730</id><published>2008-11-10T11:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T11:03:15.862-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puppy raising'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fidos For Freedom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='collie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='service dog training'/><title type='text'>New puppy in the house!</title><content type='html'>We have a new puppy in the house...the newest member of the Fidos team...a baby smooth collie, blue merle with tan and white...and blue eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's currently driving us all crazy, but Mom is getting pictures of all his antics...so be ready for cute puppy pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to go, he's trying to get the computer cord now! Mom says I have to get off the computer so she can deal with him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;~SDS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1787155094312691359-6290213211409019730?l=servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/feeds/6290213211409019730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1787155094312691359&amp;postID=6290213211409019730' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/6290213211409019730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/6290213211409019730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-puppy-in-house.html' title='New puppy in the house!'/><author><name>Service Dog Sawyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477643061550954535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J-FthkTErKY/SA9f6ukl_PI/AAAAAAAAADU/l8BzWGZVXXE/S220/Bean+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787155094312691359.post-4380174827174903061</id><published>2008-11-09T15:19:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T15:41:58.192-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A sad day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b6ce39b3127ccecf31eed4e08300000010O08IaMmTJmzag9vPhI/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D0/rx%3D550/ry%3D400/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 550px; height: 400px;" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b6ce39b3127ccecf31eed4e08300000010O08IaMmTJmzag9vPhI/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D0/rx%3D550/ry%3D400/" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I found out today that my first "Dad",Larry, passed away this morning after battling melanoma. He and my first "Mom", JoAnne, were the kind folks who brought me all of the way from Missouri, where I was found wandering on the streets, to my new home in Maryland.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are on a message board that my brother Ripley runs, for Aussies and their families. They saw my plight (needing a ride to MD from MO), and immediately jumped into action. Instead of taking a leg of the transport for an hour or two, they took their weekend and drove all the way. They only had a short time visiting with my brothers and Mom, before having to turn around and drive home. All for me, a little red Aussie. (the pic is from my first week home) Mom still tells people this story, and raves about how there are still wonderful people in the world. If not for these two, I wouldn't be here today writing this blog...I wouldn't have a great place to live, and a job I love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I just wanted to tell my first Mom, JoAnne, that we're all thinking of her and the rest of the family during this sad time. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For Larry:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In Memoriam                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;      With you a part of me hath passed away;                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;      For in the peopled forest of my mind                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;      A tree made leafless by this wintry wind                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;      Shall never don again its green array.                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;      Chapel and fireside, country road and bay,                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;      Have something of their friendliness resigned;                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;      Another, if I would, I could not find,                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;      And I am grown much older in a day.                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;      But yet I treasure in my memory                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;      Your gift of charity, and young hearts ease,                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;      And the dear honour of your amity;                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;      For these once mine, my life is rich with these.                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;      And I scarce know which part may greater be,--                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;      What I keep of you, or you rob from me.                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;      George Santayana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;In sorrow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;~SDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1787155094312691359-4380174827174903061?l=servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/feeds/4380174827174903061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1787155094312691359&amp;postID=4380174827174903061' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/4380174827174903061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/4380174827174903061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/2008/11/sad-day.html' title='A sad day...'/><author><name>Service Dog Sawyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477643061550954535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J-FthkTErKY/SA9f6ukl_PI/AAAAAAAAADU/l8BzWGZVXXE/S220/Bean+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787155094312691359.post-1523632084864308262</id><published>2008-11-06T14:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T14:14:42.626-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SD vest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public access'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='working'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Therapy Dog'/><title type='text'>Different rules...</title><content type='html'>Those of you that are Assistance Dogs out there...do you have different rules depending on how you are dressed (or undressed, as the case may be)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, Mom sat down at the kitchen table and had some breakfast and a cup of tea. Our house is cramped, so we're on top of each other a lot. This morning, I climbed up onto the foot stool behind her, and put my front feet in her lap. Then I smiled nicely at her. She laughed, and John was looking on from the kitchen. He asked, "what is he doing?". Mom said, "He says he would like some tea." (which was true) Mom being the bad trainer that she is (but gooood mom), let me have a lick of tea. Trouble was...it was hot (she claims she had no idea...but then told John something about "consequences"). It burned my tongue a bit, so I shook my head all over, spraying tea everywhere. Then I licked it off of Mom's hands. My tail wagged the entire time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom laughed and told John that his Service Dog was spoiled, and that he NEVER would have let Charlie do that (Charlie was his first SD).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom says that I can get away with stuff like that (when I'm polite and cute) when I'm "out of harness", meaning that I don't have my official SD vest on. They know that I wouldn't ever think of doing that when I was out in public or in my vest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are quite a few things that I do out of harness, that I don't do when I'm officially working. I tend to make a lot of noise at home...I like to moan, whine, and generally talk back to Mom and John...but in public, I rarely make a noise. I like to lay on the couch next to John at home, but wouldn't dream of getting up on furniture when I'm out and about, even at someone else's home (unless invited of course). When I'm in my therapy vest, I go out of my way for petting...when in my SD vest, I will accept petting, but pay attention to John despite the petting. I'm sure there's more, but I can't think of anything right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dogs are amazing creatures, aren't we?&lt;br /&gt;~SDS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1787155094312691359-1523632084864308262?l=servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/feeds/1523632084864308262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1787155094312691359&amp;postID=1523632084864308262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/1523632084864308262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/1523632084864308262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/2008/11/different-rules.html' title='Different rules...'/><author><name>Service Dog Sawyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477643061550954535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J-FthkTErKY/SA9f6ukl_PI/AAAAAAAAADU/l8BzWGZVXXE/S220/Bean+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787155094312691359.post-6382778597119109287</id><published>2008-11-05T11:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T11:40:33.915-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rescue dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shelters'/><title type='text'>Obama family will adopt!</title><content type='html'>After listening to the new President last night, we were quite excited to hear that the little Obama girls would be getting a dog! After looking it up online, Mom found out that they will indeed be adopting a dog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea! A rescue dog in the White House! I know how great rescue dogs are, just look at me! This will do great things for shelters all over the country, I'm sure of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.obamafamilydog.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.obamafamilydog.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SDS-former stray&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1787155094312691359-6382778597119109287?l=servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/feeds/6382778597119109287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1787155094312691359&amp;postID=6382778597119109287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/6382778597119109287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/6382778597119109287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/2008/11/obama-family-will-adopt.html' title='Obama family will adopt!'/><author><name>Service Dog Sawyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477643061550954535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J-FthkTErKY/SA9f6ukl_PI/AAAAAAAAADU/l8BzWGZVXXE/S220/Bean+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787155094312691359.post-2101085586623135352</id><published>2008-11-04T13:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T13:34:57.845-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SD vest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girl Scout cookies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vote'/><title type='text'>We VOTED!</title><content type='html'>We were part of this historic election today...John, Mom and me...we all went to vote. Of course they didn't give me a ballot, but I was there! Mom told John to tell people that I whisper in his ear and tell him how to vote. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were in and out in less than an hour...the lines were long, but not horrible. The lines kept shuffling forward, so I was up and down a lot...I finally just stood up and shuffled along with the humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got two "I Voted" stickers...one is on my SD vest, and the other is firmly attached to the top of my head. Everyone giggled when we walked past the line of voters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of voting? The Girl Scout cookie booth right outside the door...we walked off with two boxes of cookies (Chalet Cremes and Thin Mints). Got to vote for US president, and got GS cookies? Fabulous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics will up later!&lt;br /&gt;~SDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS...get out and vote if you haven't yet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1787155094312691359-2101085586623135352?l=servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/feeds/2101085586623135352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1787155094312691359&amp;postID=2101085586623135352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/2101085586623135352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/2101085586623135352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/2008/11/we-voted.html' title='We VOTED!'/><author><name>Service Dog Sawyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477643061550954535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J-FthkTErKY/SA9f6ukl_PI/AAAAAAAAADU/l8BzWGZVXXE/S220/Bean+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787155094312691359.post-3131013942693515776</id><published>2008-11-03T16:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T16:31:02.743-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Score'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indiana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inara'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ripley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Xander'/><title type='text'>We'll all together again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b8ce02b3127ccec53a48d9718800000010O18IaMmTJmzag9vPhI/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D1/rx%3D550/ry%3D400/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 550px; height: 400px;" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b8ce02b3127ccec53a48d9718800000010O18IaMmTJmzag9vPhI/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D1/rx%3D550/ry%3D400/" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey all...isn't it great to have your family around? Don't you love when your friends and family are one and the same?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom took the others (Ripley, Xander, Inara and Score...plus the two cats!) to Indiana with her last week. She went to a Girl Scout convention...she even took Summer (SDiT). But she left me here with John. (which is what I wanted of course) I sometimes get annoyed at my siblings, and snark at them. Mom says she always thinks I'd prefer to be an only dog...with John as my only human companion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While they were in IN, mom hung out with Auntie La-la, and my Grumma and Grumpa...and even my little cousin Katie and Uncle Drew! Mom loves to be around her family...it's always such fun, even when they're having a bad day. Mom and Auntie La-la act so silly when they're together, you'd think they were kids still...and Uncle Drew acts silly too...Auntie Kico just rolls her eyes when he is with them. She says he "reverts" somehow. Who knows...I just know that they all act silly and have a good time together. Mom would hate to be an only child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what though...I don't like it either. I was really, really excited when everyone came home last night...I pounced on Mom and WOOO-WOOOOO'd at her. Then I started wrestling with Score, and even chased Inara around the house a couple of times. Mom was really surprised! She said that I must like having everyone around after all! I maybe should act nicer when they're around now...we'll see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SDS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1787155094312691359-3131013942693515776?l=servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/feeds/3131013942693515776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1787155094312691359&amp;postID=3131013942693515776' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/3131013942693515776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/3131013942693515776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/2008/11/well-all-together-again.html' title='We&apos;ll all together again...'/><author><name>Service Dog Sawyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477643061550954535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J-FthkTErKY/SA9f6ukl_PI/AAAAAAAAADU/l8BzWGZVXXE/S220/Bean+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787155094312691359.post-8781585735212102620</id><published>2008-10-26T23:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T23:49:34.863-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On three legs...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b8ce02b3127ccec53a93e4314000000040O08IaMmTJmzag9vPhI/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D0/rx%3D550/ry%3D400/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 550px; height: 400px;" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b8ce02b3127ccec53a93e4314000000040O08IaMmTJmzag9vPhI/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D0/rx%3D550/ry%3D400/" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a big party today, the "last party of the year" Mom called it. She said it would be too cold soon to be outside with all our dog friends...well, too cold for all of the humans to stand around and watch us! So we invited our friends over, and we all ran around and chased balls, and did dog stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am on three legs. My bad knee (luxating patella) is bugging me, so I'm hobbling around the house. I do "pathetic" really well. At least Mom got up off the couch, so I could get up there and sleep in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Good Sleeping Spot&lt;/span&gt;. Hopefully I'll be better tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SDS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1787155094312691359-8781585735212102620?l=servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/feeds/8781585735212102620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1787155094312691359&amp;postID=8781585735212102620' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/8781585735212102620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/8781585735212102620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/2008/10/on-three-legs.html' title='On three legs...'/><author><name>Service Dog Sawyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477643061550954535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J-FthkTErKY/SA9f6ukl_PI/AAAAAAAAADU/l8BzWGZVXXE/S220/Bean+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787155094312691359.post-4192121215783314670</id><published>2008-10-25T08:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T09:01:27.182-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Service Dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vote'/><title type='text'>I'm going to VOTE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b8ce02b3127ccec53bfd43119c00000050O08IaMmTJmzag9vPhI/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D0/rx%3D550/ry%3D400/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 550px; height: 400px;" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b8ce02b3127ccec53bfd43119c00000050O08IaMmTJmzag9vPhI/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D0/rx%3D550/ry%3D400/" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random disc-catching pic...for your enjoyment. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very excited, as this is my first year to vote for President! I've never gotten to vote before, and this is John's first time too. What a great year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom says if I'm good, maybe they'll give me sticker that says "I Voted!" That would be cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope all the Service Dogs (and humans) get out there and vote this year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SDS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1787155094312691359-4192121215783314670?l=servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/feeds/4192121215783314670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1787155094312691359&amp;postID=4192121215783314670' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/4192121215783314670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/4192121215783314670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-going-to-vote.html' title='I&apos;m going to VOTE!'/><author><name>Service Dog Sawyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477643061550954535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J-FthkTErKY/SA9f6ukl_PI/AAAAAAAAADU/l8BzWGZVXXE/S220/Bean+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787155094312691359.post-1620952225663893819</id><published>2008-10-21T21:28:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T09:00:47.579-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EVBB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blood donation'/><title type='text'>A dog's work is never done...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b8ce02b3127ccec53a5e2e717400000040O08IaMmTJmzag9vPhI/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D0/rx%3D550/ry%3D400/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 550px; height: 400px;" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b8ce02b3127ccec53a5e2e717400000040O08IaMmTJmzag9vPhI/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D0/rx%3D550/ry%3D400/" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi all, Sorry to be away so long again! Our house just seems to always be busy with something! I got to experience a few "new" things since my last post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I went for the first time to give blood. Xander has been going for years, and finally has to retire due to his age and his heart murmur. Score has been trying it out, but is still too wiggly on the table. Ripley is too old, and Inara is too scared...so it falls to me to be the blood donor for now. Dogs in our area can give blood through the &lt;a href="http://www.evbb.com/"&gt;EVBB&lt;/a&gt;, Eastern Veterinary Blood Bank. It doesn't take long, and they hold you on the table...so friendly, easy-going dogs are always welcome! (P.S. Dogs, they give you LOTS of treats). I did my test last month, so I'll be going in November for my first donation. They said I was very good...even though John wasn't there (he can't handle needles).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we did a flyball tournament, and then a flyball demo for a kid's birthday party. The demo was fun...we got to race some little kids (we gave them a head start). Then we did some disc dog demo stuff too. The kids thought it was great, and so did we! (the petting afterwards was really great too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, I got to be at my first wedding...two of our bestest flyball friends got married. It was a fun thing to do, even though Mom made me wear a bow-tie in the wedding colors (brown and blue). She said if they had to dress up (she was a bridesmaid), then I did too. I didn't mind it though...I got lots of compliments. Also plenty of treats, as the wedding favors were little boxes full of milkbones! I was a good boy throughout the entire weekend...I'll bug John to get some pictures of the wedding uploaded so I can share them! (Mom just posted a pic! 10/25~SDS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with all of this fun stuff, we worked on some more "serious" work, though with the clicker...it's all fun to me. Since it's getting colder, Mom decided that it was time for me to retrieve blankets for John, so she doesn't have to all of the time. Since they're in another room, it's an out of sight retrieve. But I nailed it, and within a few repititions, I can now run to the other room, grab a folded blanket, and drag it back to John on the couch. All on the cue, "blanket!". I also learned to put my feet up on the drawer to get pant out (I was good at pulling the drawer open, but didn't want to "get up"). Now that's all come together too. It's good to have a job you're good at!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;~SDS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1787155094312691359-1620952225663893819?l=servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/feeds/1620952225663893819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1787155094312691359&amp;postID=1620952225663893819' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/1620952225663893819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/1620952225663893819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/2008/10/dogs-work-is-never-done.html' title='A dog&apos;s work is never done...'/><author><name>Service Dog Sawyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477643061550954535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J-FthkTErKY/SA9f6ukl_PI/AAAAAAAAADU/l8BzWGZVXXE/S220/Bean+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787155094312691359.post-4229416745694637436</id><published>2008-09-11T23:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T23:50:26.141-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Score'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Assistance dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Demonstration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='service dog training'/><title type='text'>Thanks SERTOMA of York, PA!</title><content type='html'>We (me, mom, John and Score) got invited to do a demo about Assistance Dogs for the &lt;a href="http://www.sertomayorkpa.org/"&gt;SERTOMA club of York, PA&lt;/a&gt;...and we wanted to send a shout-out to all of the members!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a lovely time, you were all very nice...especially to my silly younger brother, Score. He's very goofy sometimes, but you all made him feel very welcome, and mom thanks you for that. I would never behave in such a manner (rubbing my belly on the carpet...honestly!), but I'm of course much older and more experienced than he is. (please ignore my talking to mom during the demo) We hope you enjoyed watching us strut our stuff, as much as we enjoyed "showing off" our skills!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and John were stuffed after the great lunch...of course they could have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shared&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again for the invitation!&lt;br /&gt;~SDS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1787155094312691359-4229416745694637436?l=servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/feeds/4229416745694637436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1787155094312691359&amp;postID=4229416745694637436' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/4229416745694637436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/4229416745694637436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/2008/09/thanks-sertoma-of-york-pa.html' title='Thanks SERTOMA of York, PA!'/><author><name>Service Dog Sawyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477643061550954535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J-FthkTErKY/SA9f6ukl_PI/AAAAAAAAADU/l8BzWGZVXXE/S220/Bean+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787155094312691359.post-8642793508241164920</id><published>2008-09-07T19:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T19:23:36.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Being a Service Dog means being BUSY!</title><content type='html'>John and I are often out doing stuff...which means less time to get on and type in my blog. It's a good thing though...as it means I'm going my job. With me by his side, John can do a lot more! He has more independence when I'm working with him. He doesn't have to rely on other humans to do stuff for him, and he doesn't have to possibly look silly (leaning over to pick stuff up).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So never fear...if I'm not keeping the blog up...it's because we're BUSY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And busy is good. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SDS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1787155094312691359-8642793508241164920?l=servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/feeds/8642793508241164920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1787155094312691359&amp;postID=8642793508241164920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/8642793508241164920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/8642793508241164920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/2008/09/being-service-dog-means-being-busy.html' title='Being a Service Dog means being BUSY!'/><author><name>Service Dog Sawyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477643061550954535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J-FthkTErKY/SA9f6ukl_PI/AAAAAAAAADU/l8BzWGZVXXE/S220/Bean+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787155094312691359.post-7180710487017042608</id><published>2008-08-18T23:48:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T23:52:52.387-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I can share...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b8d839b3127ccec431b244989d00000030O18IaMmTJmzag9vPhI/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D1/rx%3D480/ry%3D320/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b8d839b3127ccec431b244989d00000030O18IaMmTJmzag9vPhI/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D1/rx%3D480/ry%3D320/" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...if I have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate having to share John's lap. But I did a while back, while my "cousins" the chihuahuas were visiting. I didn't like it, but I did share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SDS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1787155094312691359-7180710487017042608?l=servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/feeds/7180710487017042608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1787155094312691359&amp;postID=7180710487017042608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/7180710487017042608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/7180710487017042608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-can-share.html' title='I can share...'/><author><name>Service Dog Sawyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477643061550954535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J-FthkTErKY/SA9f6ukl_PI/AAAAAAAAADU/l8BzWGZVXXE/S220/Bean+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787155094312691359.post-7479960173961398610</id><published>2008-08-17T19:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T19:34:02.254-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's Sawyer?</title><content type='html'>Your picture for the day...:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b8d937b3127ccec4f4082c229600000040O08IaMmTJmzag9vPhI/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D0/rx%3D480/ry%3D320/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b8d937b3127ccec4f4082c229600000040O08IaMmTJmzag9vPhI/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D0/rx%3D480/ry%3D320/" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely day today, I laid in the sunshine out front and watched cars go by with Mom. Then laid inside on the couch with John when I got too hot outside. Then we all went down to the reservoir for a nice walk. Mom has promised us new treats tonight...she just got a new cookbook. (we'll see if that happens)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya&lt;br /&gt;~SDS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1787155094312691359-7479960173961398610?l=servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/feeds/7479960173961398610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1787155094312691359&amp;postID=7479960173961398610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/7479960173961398610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/7479960173961398610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/2008/08/wheres-sawyer.html' title='Where&apos;s Sawyer?'/><author><name>Service Dog Sawyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477643061550954535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J-FthkTErKY/SA9f6ukl_PI/AAAAAAAAADU/l8BzWGZVXXE/S220/Bean+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787155094312691359.post-2885185364221935876</id><published>2008-08-16T02:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T02:41:56.723-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking Sawyer for granted...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mom is my guest poster today~SDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's a misconception that you just teach a dog something and you're done. I'm always trying to explain this to my puppy raisers. As raisers of Assistance Dogs, they have to go above and beyond training "pet" dog stuff. So when the dog can sit on cue (for example), you then have to take the show on the road and make sure the dog can sit on cue on a busy sidewalk, outside of a shopping center, in the park, next to a ball field, around other animals, on a slippery floor, up on a table, etc. It's not good enough for a puppy raiser to tell me..."he does it at home!" When I get that puppy at a year old, as a trainer, I have to work on getting that dog to sit for on cue in different places and situations in addition to the things they've done already...in a store, in a restaurant, in a mall, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know many trainers that use a correction to get the dog to do these things...because they're "stubborn"...when I see it all as new experiences...and the dog might not have experienced such things before. So instead of assuming that the dog is ignoring me or blowing me off, I stop and take a breath and work the dog through it. We ask a lot of our dogs at times, and we owe it to them to help them out in distracting circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sawyer was not brought up to be a Service Dog, but he was introduced to many novel&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_CreateLink" title="Link" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 8);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; stimuli and environments as a matter of course living in my house. I like my dogs to all be comfortable in many situations. I let them experience different surfaces, challenges, and places...so they can be the best dogs they can be. When Sawyer was to become a Service Dog for John, the public access stuff was easy for him, because of his history with me as a pet. But still, as he's been working for over a year...we tend to take him for granted at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, we went to Wolf Trap a few weeks ago for a concert. We went in and got ourselves settled, and got Sawyer settled. He laid quietly on the concrete floor throughout the entire concert, sleeping happily. At the end of the concert, unbeknownst to us, they shot off fireworks. (It was a Tchaikovsky concert...good ol' 1812 Overture) Sawyer sat straight up, put his paws up on John's lap and stared at the fireworks. He remained quiet and calm, just very, very interested. John did remember to give him a few treats to reward such calm behavior. After the fireworks ended, we got ready to leave, and Sawyer went back into position next to John and walked politely through the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a lot for a dog to take in...lots of noise (the concert itself, plus the fireworks), lots of people (drunk and sober), tight fit in the seats, next to another wheelchair. But he handled it all with grace, and we didn't think much of it, until I thought about it later. He really took it all in stride...and it amazes me that a dog would "put up with" all this nonsense for a person...in Sawyer's case, all for John.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We learned our lesson about taking him for granted.&lt;br /&gt;-Mom of SDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wolftrap.org/"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1787155094312691359-2885185364221935876?l=servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/feeds/2885185364221935876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1787155094312691359&amp;postID=2885185364221935876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/2885185364221935876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787155094312691359/posts/default/2885185364221935876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://servicedogsawyer.blogspot.com/2008/08/taking-sawyer-for-granted.html' title='Taking Sawyer for granted...'/><author><name>Service Dog Sawyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477643061550954535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J-FthkTErKY/SA9f6ukl_PI/AAAAAAAAADU/l8BzWGZVXXE/S220/Bean+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
