Animal Assisted Therapy: One Family’s Experience
By Ann Killion, Autism/Asperger’s Digest Magazine
Our 7-1/2 year-old son’s voice rings through the house, followed by his muffled giggling. No sooner does his voice die down than I hear a burst of activity from another room accompanied by running and sniffing.”1 – 2 – 3…go get your boy,” I say quietly as I watch the scene unfold. “Go get `em Quincy!” Just as quickly as the words leave my lips, there is a leap onto the couch of golden fur and I hear shrieks of glee from our son, Matthew. There on the couch one very excited Golden Retriever named Quincy is lavishing wet doggie kisses on one equally happy boy. Both have butterscotch color hair, both are rolling and panting in glee. I thank God everyday for them both. One I gave birth to … and the other … well…. Let me tell you our whole family’s (Matthew, Mom Ann, Dad Bill, and Certified Assistance Dog Quincy) story.
Service Dog’s Pups Come Rare Three Days Apart
By John Leptich, East Valley Tribune
For more than a week Christi, a 2 1 /2 year old golden retriever for Power Paws Assistance Dogs, has enjoyed spending time nursing her four puppies born Sept. 8 and 12. That’s not a misprint. Christi delivered the tiny balls of fur three days apart.The dog had an emergency Caesarean section on Sept. 8 at a veterinary clinic after her owners noticed an unusual discharge. Two male puppies were born alive, one female was stillborn and one male died shortly after birth.
The morning of Sept. 12, there were two more puppies in Christi’s bin, one male and one female. “This is the first time we’ve had a litter with two birth dates, especially three days apart,” said Robyn Abels, cofounder of Scottsdale-based Power Paws. “It was a total shock, especially that she delivered two on her own after the C-section. We call the two our miracle babies. The whole thing has been quite a miracle.”
Rescue Team is Ready to Serve
By Liz Sheaffer, Managing Editor, Medina County Gazette
It’s 4:30 a.m. Saturday. My mouth is full of toothpaste when the phone rings. It’s Margie. “You awake?” she asks. “You ready?”I mumble through the toothpaste, pacing as I talk. My golden retriever, Maggie, is at my side, dancing with excitement as she watches me on the phone. She knows if it’s Margie, there’s a good chance she’s going to be working. And Maggie loves to work. …
I bring out Maggie’s SAR harness. One look and she races to the back door, jumps up and tears her leash off the coat rack on the wall. I take that as a sign she’s ready.