Mum, Dad, my brother Michael: everyone in the family got more affection from our ridgeback-staffie cross. And guess whose bed she used to poo on…
I think the tone was set when Ella threw up over me on the way back from the Dogs Trust. She was three months old, rolling around on the back seat between me and my twin brother, Michael (we’d just turned seven), and wasn’t enjoying her first trip in a car. She could have been sick anywhere – over the seat, over the floor – but for some reason she decided to climb on to me first.
It was the start of a beautiful but strangely one-sided friendship. Ella, a ridgeback-staffie cross, was the perfect dog: playful, energetic, naughty and tolerant. She would let us poke and prod her without complaint, turn her ears inside-out or dress her up in T-shirts or the thick woollen poncho my Greek Cypriot grandma knitted her for the British winter. And she was endlessly loving, at least to the other members of the family. Me? Too often it was as if I didn’t exist. If Michael and I were sitting on the sofa, she’d bound up to him. If I came home after a day out with my dad, he was the one she’d jump at. If I tried to take her for a walk by myself, she’d drag her feet and insist that I fetch my brother.
To add insult to injury, about once a year she would do a poo in the house. Not just anywhere, though: she’d climb the stairs to my room and leave it in a neat pile on top of my bed.
I can’t pretend I wasn’t offended by Ella’s attitude – I loved her just as much as anyone. But it took me a while to realise that in her eyes we were both bitches fighting for our place in the pack. I read that dogs are 98.8% wolf, even yappy little chihuahuas. Ella was a definite she-wolf and my mother (she who opened the tin of dog food every night) was the undisputed alpha female. Ella could handle that fact, but she didn’t want to be the omega female. That was me.
Working out the reasons for Ella’s lack of sisterhood, understanding that her indifference was atavistic and not just casual, didn’t make me any less jealous of my brother, who always took great pleasure in the fact that Ella seemed to prefer him. But I resigned myself to the situation. And then one day (happy ending, anyone?) everything changed. I must have been 16 or 17, we’d been away for a fortnight in France, and when we got back it was me she ran up to first, whining and twisting with pleasure at seeing me again. After that it was like all those years of competition had never happened. We were best friends for ever, or at least for the couple of years she had left. Ella finally loved me.
“Pawsome Achievement: Service Dog Receives Honorary Diploma for Exceptional Dedication at Owner’s Graduation”
Brittany Hawley’s Incredible Adventure with Her Faithful Sidekick, Griffin 🐕
Let me introduce you to Brittany Hawley, a 25-year-old from North Carolina who has faced tremendous challenges due to a chronic neurological disease that confined her to a wheelchair when she was still in her teens. However, Brittany’s life changed for the better when she applied for a service dog to help her with her daily routines. That’s when she met Griffin, a golden retriever who would become her constant companion. This remarkable duo met through a special program called ‘paws4prison.’ This program trains inmates in West Virginia prisons to train highly skilled assistance dogs. When Brittany and Griffin first met, several dogs were presented to her, but Griffin stood out. Unlike some dogs that were wary of her wheelchair, Griffin jumped straight into Brittany’s lap and showed her affection.
Recently, Brittany accomplished an important goal by completing her master’s degree in occupational therapy from Clarkson University. This was a momentous occasion not only for her but also for her loyal companion, Griffin. Throughout Brittany’s years of study, Griffin played a crucial role in her life, attending classes with her, retrieving her phone, and actively participating in her community activities, social groups, and research projects. Griffin even supported her during her internship at Fort Bragg.
When the four-year-old golden retriever received his honorary diploma, it was a recognition of his “extraordinary effort, steadfast commitment, and diligent dedication to the well-being and student success” that contributed to Brittany’s achievements. Brittany proudly said, “I advocated for Griffin’s graduation from day one. He did everything I did.”
Brittany and Griffin proved to be an invaluable team for soldiers grappling with physical limitations and psycho-social issues. Griffin’s presence was so significant during therapy sessions that patients often referred to him as a co-therapist alongside Brittany. On a daily basis, Griffin helps Brittany with various physical tasks such as opening doors, turning on lights, and retrieving objects indicated by a laser pointer. However, what Brittany values the most about Griffin is his ability to comfort her during times of anxiety and depression, which has helped her manage the constant pain that she experiences. Brittany’s story demonstrates the remarkable impact that service dogs like Griffin can have, thanks to their highly specialized training that equips them to provide assistance and emotional support to individuals with disabilities, mental health conditions, and other qualifying circumstances.
Brittany’s experience with her furry friend, Griffin, is a remarkable testament to the indomitable connection that exists between people and their canine pals. This bond effortlessly overcomes obstacles and acknowledges the influence of willpower and affection. 🌟🐕
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