Frizzy — Service
He was just my dog before I needed a service dog. After I developed PTSD, I noticed he was naturally attuned to my panic attacks and dissociation associated with it and would frequently attempt to redirect me. Once I noticed this it was very little work for me, if any, to work on his attention in public and that was the only problem I ever had! He pays on me too or near me when I am physically ill which happens too frequently. I take him lots of places that I need the extra support. Without him, I would be a recluse still afraid to even go to the store. I love him with all my heart he is truly a blessing!