My Figaro boy is doing great. He passed another obedience class and I just started working on target training in my spare time. Our teacher said he was one of the smartest dogs she’s ever seen. I felt pretty proud to hear that, even though it’s really his accomplishment, I’m glad he’s my dog. Unfortunately, sometimes he uses his smarts for evil, not good, but that’s just something to be worked on.
It’s odd talking about him, because even though I’ve always been an animal lover, I adore Fig. he is my light in a world that sometimes seems pitch black and I’m so thankful everything lined up correctly for him to be my dog. Our relationship is just different from what I had with Kesha, my family’s late Samoyed and she was the dog that got me through high school.
In about two weeks, Figaro is headed with me for his first time in a college class and I’m excited and nervous. His down is near perfect, but I’m going to visit for a few days before class to get him used to the building. My teacher has been nothing but supportive, which is just great. Figaro is going to do a few tasks for my project on ableism, and I’ll be talking about workplace discrimination against people with disabilities, along with focusing on some of what service dog handlers face.It’s a small class, so I’m pretty sure I’ll be okay.
In other news, I started on a sleeping pill recently and now I’m kind of pissed at my other doctors who wouldn’t prescribe one before. My energy levels and general quality of life have improved so much. I actually feel happy. For me, that’s always been a rarity. I so wish that my ADHD and other conditions had been known about in high school. I’m rather certain it would have made a big difference. I guess I have to let that go, but I do dwell quite a bit on what could have been. I’ve always had trouble with that, especially when it comes to things that happened in the past and how people might be judging me for it.
Os, I’ll try to be happy and to keep things up with Figaro, because things feel good right now, better than they have in years. Perhaps I’ll even be able to look back on this time in bleaker days.