I’ve heard about those amazing service dogs that somehow communicate telepathically with the crippled humans they serve. The dog senses that the human is about to have an epileptic seizure and it jumps up and knocks the human to the ground and lies on top of them until they stop lurching around so they don’t hurt themselves , or something like that. That truly is amazing. Even Lassie couldn’t do shit like that.
I wish there were service dogs that
communicated telepathically with other
types of cripples who don’t have epilepsy. There were times when I sure could
have used one.
Like for instance, when I was a kid, I had a terrible addiction problem. I was hopelessly hooked on those claw machines where there’s a bunch of stuffed animals in a big glass box along with a crane that looks like a claw. You drop money in the machine which buys you about a minute to operate the claw with joysticks and try to grab a stuffed animal and drop it in the slot so you could reach in and grab it and take it home.
Whenever I passed one of those machines,
I couldn’t resist indulging and I’d blow all my money. It would’ve been great
to have a service dog that sensed telepathically that I was about to do
something stupid and stopped me by knocking me out of my wheelchair and lying
on top of me on the ground until the impulse passed, or something like that.
Or as an adult, I’ve been in that
situation everyone ends up in sooner or later, where you’ve broken up with someone but in a moment of weakness you get back together. But
then it doesn’t take long to remember why you broke up in the first place. It
sure would’ve saved me a lot of grief had one of those amazing telepathic
service dogs been around when I was about to make that drunken phone call at 3
a.m. to knock me out of my wheelchair and lie on top of me on the ground until
the impulse passed, or something like that.
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