As you know, I have a whole host of mental illnesses. I’m a giant ball of preexisting conditions. Aside from the medicine (which I take) and the cognitive behavioral therapy (which I’m doing) we’ve been looking for other treatments that could possibly help make this mess better. And one of the things we ran across was Mental Therapy Dogs. Now, a real, certified therapy dog is hard to get: not only do you have to jump through a lot of hoops, such as being approved and being legally declared as disabled, they also cost a lot of money and they have a nine month waiting list. So, I set out to see if I could find a dog that could meet all my requirements, but without the certification.
My requirements: I wanted a lazy, mellow dog. A dog who would be my constant companion and want nothing more than to hang out with me and get its belly rubbed. I needed a dog who I could bring to my office everyday, so it would have to be a quiet dog, and one who is both obedient and fully housebroken.
I went to various shelters, and finally, at a place run by BestFriends.org, I told them my criteria, and they immediately pointed across the room to Annie. It was love at first sight, and I took her home that day.