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Being Awesome (as usual)

Hi friends –

I’m sure we’ve shared this somewhere along the way, so forgive me if I repeat myself. I’m a Dane of habit and I like my routine, well…any routine. This goes for just about everything from my meals to my butt scratches and back rubs while I sit on Dad’s lap. Yes, I get lap sits just like the cats. (Formerly “basement monsters”) I AM still a Widdle and I figure I can milk the puppy thing until I’m at least five or six. (You should see what the human puppies get away with!) This routine even extends to rides in the car. Now that Dad and I are starting to figure out our new environment the DPS (Dane Positioning System) is back in effect. For all of you who don’t know what this is; well, it’s where I decide I know where the car is supposed to be going and when I see we’ve taken the wrong road I pop up and get my face as close to the windshield as possible.

The DPS was in effect earlier this week when we passed right by a turn for Lily’s school and went to a brand new building. I insisted that Dad took a wrong turn. I even left a puddle of drool on the center console. Nuthin’? Alright, I guess we’re doing something new… AGAIN! I asked what we were doing here. Dad said that we were at the dentist’s office. I didn’t think I needed to go in so I smiled big and asked if I had something in my teeth. He said I could relax; the visit was for him, not me.

We entered the office and were handed a packet of paperwork. Everyone at the office was really nice and respectful of our space. I think Momma might have tipped them off because she’d been there weeks before to get an ache fixed. Either way, good work. As we were called back we noticed Blue lady (the hygienist in her blue scrubs) looking back at us as we made our way down the hall like we may not make it under our own power, but figured it was just the fact that I make a service vest look amazing! As we entered, I noticed the chair prominently in the center of the space. The first assessment is, which side do I take to get us both around everything safely? I take the left side while Dad is busy deciding where to place my fluffy so that I can relax and be out of the way. He places my fluffy in the far right corner and is ready to ask me for a down-stay. Easy ‘nuff. While we are handling our business we can’t help but to be amused by the Blue Lady. The poor girl was so sweet, as they say in the South, Bless her heart. She was describing where the chair was in the room with relation to Dad. We quickly figured that she thought I was a sight dog and Dad has vision impairment. (Too funny to call her on and no need to embarrass our new friend, especially since she would soon have sharp things in Dad’s mouth. Pick your battles people, that’s all I’m sayin’.)

We both get settled down after a few minutes. I don’t drift off though; we are not on my couch with a stuffie. I had my eye on her. She opened up the box on the wall to pull out a robot arm (X-RAY machine). Then she put a big blanket on Dad’s lap and stuffed things in his mouth. I couldn’t help but think that Mom might like some of those to shut him up sometimes. Blue Lady then points it right at his face and repeats several times moving the mouth thing each time and talking to Dad. It seemed like some interrogation tactic to me, but Dad must have done OK because she put the robot away. Blue Lady calls in Blue Man and they both look at his mouth and Blue Man leaves. I got nervous again. She apparently didn’t know what to do. (I asked later, dad said that Blue Man was the dentist, and he said that once the deep cleaning was done Dad was in great shape otherwise. What a relief, not even a cavity.)  Blue Lady carried on, first with a needle to numb his gums and then with the tiny pressure washer, man was that annoying, it was a very high pitch. (Editor’s Note: This was a scaling so it was much more in depth than a regular cleaning.) I did get worried about him a few times, so I got up to check on him. When he could he would verbally assure me and request I return to my fluffy, which, of course, I did. There were a couple times though that he was “orally occupied” and overly reclined when I felt the need to get a closer look. When this happened dad put either his right or left hand out, depending on the side I chose for approach. Dad allowed me to gently touch his hand with my nose, so that I could make contact and really be sure he was alright. Then he would snap, point to my fluffy and then point his finger to the floor with purpose. Being a smart boy, I knew that meant for me to resume my down-stay.* (See, Miss Maria I always listen to him in public – when Mom isn’t there…) Finally we were done with the area she set out to clean. Blue Lady then asked if we wanted to continue or pick up later. Considering all the extra steps of a first visit, Dad asked if we could just go home. She agreed. I think she wanted to go home too since it was late afternoon.

We allowed those that asked early in our visit a chance to pet me in the waiting room so that I wouldn’t get confused between work and greeting time. On the drive home Dad apologized for the noise and said he didn’t know what to expect, but we’d bring my Mutt Muffs for future visits.

*Editor’s Note: This is long one so I am adding it way down here. We all know that Casper is amazing but sometimes he even amazes us. When Casper first came home with us we had an issue with down-stay at home. In public he was great, but while we ate dinner at home he wanted to get up and sniff what we had. We started emphatically pointing to the ground when we told him down and that worked. When he was being really stubborn we just added a point and Voila! Eventually we found that in public it worked to just point when we either couldn’t speak, like in this case, or are in an area where we shouldn’t speak, like church or a play. It works! Of course we still use a vocal command often because there are times when our hands are occupied. He has both down pat. 
I was worried about how he would handle Dan’s cleaning and thought he might end up having to come back home and stay with me next time. Nope. He was a pro as you can see. I was super impressed and I wasn’t even there to see it. 

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11 thoughts on “Being Awesome (as usual)

  1. Laura Fahey Hron September 24, 2014 at 6:15 pm Reply

    Casper you are a rock star. You sound like you really had an adventure at the dentist office and made dad really proud of you. Don’t let dad forget your Mutt Muffs next time, and in fact dad might want to get a pair for himself too. You are just pawsome. BOL.

  2. Liz Ptak September 22, 2014 at 10:02 am Reply

    This wa so funny – love that Casper looked awesome in his vest – and absolutely chortled at the DPS!

  3. Karen Maitland September 21, 2014 at 10:32 am Reply

    Good jog, Casper! (And I’m glad you and the monsters have made “friends”. Familiarity breeds company?????)

  4. Bonnie September 20, 2014 at 9:08 pm Reply

    Casper, you did very well with Dad at the dentist. I don’t have any Mutt Muffs, so I sing in my head when I’m at the dentist. I also count the ceiling tiles and think of places far off, like a tropical island, so I don’t focus on the scraping, digging, or whatever. Maybe I could bring a Fluffy for comfort, like you do. What a great idea!

  5. Terri White Miller September 20, 2014 at 8:57 pm Reply

    Casper I always knew that you would be a great service dog!! You were my favorite out of that litter and still one of my favorites. I am glad you have this blog because I already miss seeing you at the farm! I am so proud of you! ❤

  6. Lois Blackburn September 20, 2014 at 3:28 pm Reply

    I love to read Casper’s adventures, even at the dreaded dentist. Thank you

  7. Sharon kbtz-AZ September 20, 2014 at 2:02 pm Reply

    Hey, my Little Ghost, you have always been super dog to me but you just keep proving how truly wonderful you are. Great job at the dentist. But I’m with you, that noisy thing can sure get on your nerves. Thanks for taking such good care of Dad and family.
    Hugs

  8. Marilyn Sygrove September 20, 2014 at 1:54 pm Reply

    What a great report on yet another new adventure. Casper, you are learning more each day to be such a wonderful helper for Dad.

  9. Linda Craig September 20, 2014 at 12:33 pm Reply

    What a wonderful account of your trip to the dentist. Casper, you are a treasure! 🙂 It is always great to hear about you and your loving family. Keep helping each other! 🙂

  10. Nancy Nyberg-Pennel September 20, 2014 at 12:20 pm Reply

    Great job Casper. The dentist’s office can be a scary place and sometimes it hurts a little but as you know Dad survived and you did a pawesome job. I think the muffs would be good for the next time. Those drills sound a bit nasty. Casper you are really doing well and being a danetastic service dog to your dad. How come you don’t call the basement monsters anymore? You like the kitties now?

    • casperthedane September 20, 2014 at 12:23 pm Reply

      We don’t have a basement anymore. And they no longer hide. He has always liked them, but they haven’t always liked him.

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