My name is Taz, and this is the story of my retirement from active duty to civilian life as a service dog. My hashtag is #tazoteausmc and this Day 7.
Food lady says that I’m going to have a new career. It won’t be as dangerous as my last job, but she says it’s important. I don’t know if red is my color, though. I’m pretty sure it’s not good for camouflage. And why do I want to go everywhere in public with more humans? I don’t like humans, and as far as I can tell, other humans don’t like humans either. They don’t even sniff each other’s butts for they decide to kill one another. I don’t know how much more of her stupidity I can handle. It’s like she wants to get us all killed.
This is my seriously, don’t do this to me, working face.
This is my real face.
I’m going to be working with a lady who trains dogs to do things like pick stuff up and help people get up when they fall and pull things for them. I liked my other job better. This sounds dumb. But they give me bacon, and so who cares?
I got up at 5AM and both humans told me to go back to bed and then locked their doors. So I got on Google Earth.
If I learn to swim in the big sand pond, I think I can get back to my unit. It won’t be easy, but I’m up for it. It’s better than this silliness.
— Excerpt from the Diary of Taz, a Retired Military Service Dog
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