That’s Taylors official title. My service dog to be exact. She isn’t really over bearing in her love sharing and doesn’t show a lot of affection for my friend Ro, (or me for that matter) except for a crazy hello.
So tonight when Ro said, I feel like I’m going to have a seizure, and her eyes started twitching and she looked bad, Taylor was already in her lap trying to grasp her tongue and holding her down.
I haven’t known this gal for long so I showed her Taylors Service Dog vest and explained that Taylor was alerting to her. I believe this is something neither of us will forget soon!