alright story time folks. this actually happened a few months ago, but i was just reminded by @yawpkatsi‘s FUBAR. 

i was sitting in the waiting room at my therapists, and this middle age man with a service dog walk in and sit down across the room from me. his dog has a service vest on and immediately lays down underneath the chair his owner is sitting in (not an easy feat as he was a pitbull mix of some sort). anyway, the man and i start talking, and he says his dog (can’t remember his name, so lets call him james), is for his ptsd. we keep talking and after a while james starts whining. i stop talking, cause idk what that means. but the man just smiles and asks me if i want to pet james. i, of course say yes, never turn down an opportunity to pet a doggo. he looks down at james and tells him to “go on then”, and immediatey james leaps the few feet seperating us and sits at my feet. he starts nuzzling at me and licking my hands, and i look up at the man, cause this doesn’t really seem like proper service dog behavior. i tell him that, he laughs, and says james is much better behaved when they aren’t here, cause james tends to get overwhelmed here. i’m kinda confused, its not like there are a lot of people or noise or smells in here? but he continues and says it’s because james’ primary job is to comfort ppl in distress and in a waiting room for a therapist, just about everyone needs some comfort.

so that’s the story of the dog that wanted to help everyone and almost made me cry cause he cared about me so much.