I have been asked many times as to how we acquired a retired service dog and "how do I go about getting one, too?" In this short series, I will share how that happened for us, tell the dogs' stories (as if you didn't already know Pepper's, hah!), and shine a little light on what it's like to have a service dog as a pet.
We have had two retired service dogs:
Zeus, a retired police dog whose job was to search for drugs and other narcotics,
and, of course, Pepper, a Seeing Eye dog.
Honestly, both dogs fell into our laps. Neither time were we looking for a dog and both times we were approached by someone who knew us and asked if we would be interested in possibly being a dog's retirement home.I will always be grateful that we were asked and that our reply was that we would. These dogs have blessed our lives.
Pepper's story is pretty well known here as I have shared a lot about her since she joined our family in 2019. Zeus is a different story, though. His story was told on my first blog, Teachinmama, and in part on his blog, My Favorite Zeus. (Yep, Zeus has his own blog, just as Pepper and Abby do.)
I'll share a little more about him in the next entry of this series. You'll like him. Zeus was a magnificent dog and, as Craig still says, "he was a friend."
Zeus doing his best Oliver Twist impression and trying to get Kyle to share his dinner. "More, Sir!"
There are pluses to having a service dog, one of the biggest being that they are highly trained and can be trusted at home and in the community.
But just like any dog that joins you later in their life, they also have a history, one you don't know. I remember the first time I drove past a McDonalds with Zeus in the car and he went absolutely nuts with excitement in the back seat. Clearly he recognized those golden arches!
So I drove into the drive through lane while he panted expectantly in the back seat. What was he expecting? Ice cream? An apple turnover? I had no idea so I ordered him a cheeseburger. Turns out I was right on the money. When I got home, I called Officer Tim to ask about that and he laughed and rather sheepishly admitted, "Yeah, Zeus and I went through the drive through every day when we were on duty."
Things you learn about your new service dog in unexpected ways!
Taking in a retired service dog also means that you get a shorter amount of time with them than you would had you gotten a puppy. We only had Zeus for five years before he passed away from cancer. We are at seven years with Pepper, but then, she retired very early due to her health.
Protecting her most favorite toy even while sleeping. (Tammo is lurking, you know...)
Having had two service dogs, I find I have some mixed emotions about using dogs as service animals. Don't get me wrong - they do a lot of good in our world and for the people with whom they serve. I acknowledge that. I've seen that. And I am grateful for that.
But...
They never got a choice in what they did - Zeus wasn't too impacted, what with cheeseburgers for lunch and tennis balls when he discovered hidden narcotics. He might have been on duty, but he was able to hang out, snooze, and play during much of that time.
Zeus enjoying pets from Lavinia, the little girl who lived next door to us and loved him very much. (That affection was returned.)Pepper is a different story. She was on duty a whole lot more than Zeus ever was. And something that bothers me the most - she was trained to not bark. I am sure Zeus was, too, but even after seven years with us, she still doesn't bark.
No joyful yips while playing, no happy "AaaWWoooOOo" when we get home, just silence. If she REALLY wants or needs my attention, she will stand by me and sniff loudly, and if that doesn't work, she makes a little squeak. But that's it; that's her voice.Not gonna lie, it upsets me that she still, after all these years in retirement, won't bark.
So, having a retired service dog has its pluses and minuses, but were I asked to take a third, my answer would be a resounding "YES!!"
Tomorrow I will tell Zeus's story of how he came to be our dog and, how he alerted Sarah to a man who was breaking into her home.
Stay 'tooned.