Tuesday, December 17, 2019

Another Dog




So we got another dog. 

Watson, our service dog, is 7.  There are many service dog programs around the nation, but you really have to do your research to weed out the ‘legit’ ones from the others.  We started this process about 6 months ago, because the typical time that you’re on the wait list from the time you apply is 2-5 years.  In 5 years, Watson will be 12!  Well past retirement age.  So we started the process thinking it would take at least 2 years, and 6 months later we got a call.

VERY long story short….we just got back from California picking up Xylo, our new dog.  He’s a lab (100% lab).  2 years old.  They actually used him as a stud because he was SO well-tempered and (in their words) the smartest dog they ever trained.  This program specifically breeds super smart labs and they start training them at 5 weeks old, and train them until they’re 2 years old.  He fathered a few litters, and then they had him fixed so he could be a service dog.

And we TOTALLY won the jackpot by getting him.

He is goofy, playful, and a genius.  He actually doesn’t like doing the ‘easy’ commands like ‘sit’ and ‘stay’ because they’re TOO easy.  But you tell him to turn off a light and he’ll do it immediately.  Or you drop something, point to it and tell him to get it and he retrieves it and brings it with you (anything from shoes to cell phones to keys).  Anything.  When my husbands leg starts bouncing from anxiety, Xylo immediately puts his head on his leg to distract him and lower his heart rate.

He can read about 20 different words.  I thought my husband was joking when he told me this.  There are about 20 different words that if you write them down on a sheet of paper and hold it up, he will do that command.  Like ‘Sit’.  Or ‘Down’.  HE KNOWS THOSE WORDS ON PAPER.  I mean…it’s just incredible.

But, don’t think he’s a robot or anything.  He is DEFINITELY still a dog.  He got in trouble for the first time last night when we got him rooting around the cat box.  Yep.  And any food that happens to end up on the floor (or ground) is fair game.  Hubby is constantly fishing things out of his mouth.  Not that we have food on our floors, but it happens sometimes.  And there’s always food outside in the ground and in restaurants.  Restaurants are the worst.    

We love him.  Abby loves him.  Hannah tolerates him.  Watson…tolerates him.  And honestly I don’t think Macy realizes he’s new.  I think she thinks he’s Watson lol.  She is unfazed.  He sniffed her the other day and she just laid there and looked at him.  She’s always gotten along with Watson so I knew there wouldn’t be a problem with Xylo.

He’s fitting in nicely. 

Although I think we need a bigger bed.  Do they make anything bigger than a king?  Ha ha. 

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