Service dog

“And when she isn’t, Mouse is with her,” he said. “We got him attached to her as a medical assist dog. He prevents her from having panic attacks.”
I made a choking sound, imagining Mouse in a grade school. “By making everyone else around her panic instead?”
“He’s a perfect gentleman,” Michael said, amused. “The children love him. The teachers let the best students play with him on recess.”
I imagined my enormous moose of a dog on a playground, trotting around after Maggie and other kids, with that dopey doggy grin on his face, cheerfully going along with whatever the kids seemed to have planned, moving with tremendous care around them, and shamelessly cadging tummy rubs whenever possible.
“That’s kind of awesome,” I said.
“Children frequently are,” Michael said.


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