Ace is the sweetest, kindest, calmest dog I could ever want and hope for. We adopted Ace and his brother Spade as babies right off the street. We showed them love and affection, which the dogs on the street dream about. If something were to happen to my boys, you can bet your bottom dollar I would adopt again because they would want me to.
Also, Ace whimpers when he knows I need sleep like his brother does a soft-spoken growl. Ace is like his brother in so many ways, except he’s calm too, whereas his brother is like a child diagnosed with ADHD, so rambunctious.
The one aspect is that Ace calms down when I tell him not yet, even though he whimpers until he lays down, and I tell him when I’m ready. He’ll walk me to my room and lay down near me, if not up against me.
Ace is so loving and caring about everyone, including his brother.
But don’t be a stranger coming into our domain. He’ll be a little snippy at you. He lets his brother be the protector while he backs away slowly to let you know he’s still there. Don’t let the gentle giant fool you, though.
Ace is the second Service Dog that helps me with everyday living and protection. Ace is the follower and took after his brother as my service animal. He helps protect me from the outside world. When my thoughts wander off course, they are gently guiding me back. Their quirks may occasionally test my patience, but I yield to their desires.
Their wants are simple yet heartwarming: hugs, kisses, gentle belly rubs, and playful light spankings. These gestures form the language of love between us, transcending words and filling our days with warmth.
They are always smiling and happy, even when I call them silly names like silly booty, silly turd, etc. They help me to calm down when I am angry and yelling. That’s when their quirks started happening more. They come over to me and want pets and to give me kisses. These kisses and pets are because I need sleep, and they are there to let me know it’s time to take my meds and get some sleep.
They watch me take my meds, and I let them know when I have taken them all. I work the graveyard shift, and they almost know my schedule. I used to work forty hours a week. They knew the schedule then, but not now.
When it’s time for bed, they start looking at the bedroom, looking at me, and looking back to the bedroom to let me know what time it is. We get to the bed, and they give me hugs and kisses. Ace loves to give hugs before bed. That is just his thing. I cannot say no to the kisses because, a few years ago, I would get nothing but rare kisses and plenty of hugs. Now, it’s just a kiss a day, but hugs galore. He used to give Daddy all the hugs he could muster, but not Mommy. So now I’m happy with just one kiss a day and plenty of hugs.
All I can say is, “Welcome to my World.” May you have a thrilling ride, and may you discover and understand more about what bipolar disorder does to the brain of the one creating the content. We have one heck of a journey ahead of us. May you stay along for the ride. Happy reading!
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