Perspective Poem
I Am a Service dog
I am a service dog in training
I wonder why people can’t pet me
I hear “ Sit! Stay” as my trainer trains me
I see trainers training the other service dogs
I want to help out
I am anxious
I pretend someone is reaching out to hold my leash for the first time
I feel my trainer softly stroking my silky fur
I touch my trainer with my tongue to show I love them
I understand I may not be ready yet
I say “ I’ll try my best to help”
I taste treats as I get something right
I dream of helping someone someday
I am happy
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