My family had a dog since 4 years before I was born up until I was 10 (I'll be 21 in May). He's in dog heaven now. I wanted a dog so badly after that. Finally, when my dad retired from the Army when I was 15, my parents said it was okay for me to get a dog. I had dealt with severe anxiety for nearly all my life to the point that I was afraid to leave the house, and we all felt that having a dog would be helpful. And better yet, he would be my dog, so when I move out, I get to take him with me.
In December of 2007, when I was 16, I finally got a puppy. He's an adorable tricolor Pembroke Welsh Corgi named Scout. I was prepared for everything - feeding him, grooming him, walking him, playing with him, training him (including potty training), cleaning up his poo... and of course, cleaning up his v*. I freaked out when it first happened, so my brother cleaned it up. But I got stronger over time. Over the months, when we were trying to find the right food that didn't upset his tummy, I got better and better at cleaning up his v* and d* without feeling scared. I can now clean up after him almost without feeling queasy! I suppose it's because I love my dog so much. I feel kind of silly saying he's my best friend, but he really is. He's helped me with a lot of other areas of my anxiety too.
If you'd like, I can share a picture of my beautiful little dog.![]()



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