Bipolar Disorder My Dog Lucy

Published on October 10th, 2012 | by Kimmy


My Dog

I know, it’s been quite a while since my last post about grieving the loss of a pet. I didn’t mean to leave you hanging, I just needed to take some time for my self and for some other reasons. You see, I have Fibromyalgia and RA (rheumatoid arthritis) and I had a major flare up after my meltdown. Because of this I was unable to type, open things, use my hands, or move without extreme pain. I am better now and I have so much to update you with. After putting Harley down (this still makes me tear up saying it) I allowed myself to fall apart for a good few days. I cried out to God to help heal my heart for it hurt so terribly bad. After a good three days of doing nothing but wailing I decided to try to get back to life. I got on Facebook and cried out to my friends saying, “My heart hurts so bad, I don’t know if I can do this, I have so much more love to give. I need a dog”! My friends quickly responded with some nurturing words to the effect of “you will get through this, I promise” and things of that nature. I then received a message from a high school friend stating “Kim, if you need a dog my friend just rescued one. You should contact her”. We exchanged emails and lo and behold, my friends friend had rescued an abandoned dog and was about to turn her in to an adoption facility. God had answered my prayers so quickly it nearly made my head spin. Now, I would like to introduce you to Lucy, My Dog.

About My Dog – Lucy

Lucy was abandoned in a neighborhood in North Houston a little over a month ago. She ran wild for about a week until my friends friend (we’ll call her Melissa from now on) noticed this cute little emaciated pup. For two weeks Melissa put food and water out for Lucy at the end of her driveway and Lucy ate it every day. For the two weeks Melissa slowly placed the food and water closer and closer to her front door until Lucy was eating right off her doorstep. For these two weeks all of the neighborhood was trying to catch Lucy and this made her very anxious and would run away.

One day Lucy stayed on Melissa’s doorstep long enough for her to go get a spare collar and leash. This glorious day was the one where Lucy allowed Melissa to put a collar on her and bring her inside. Once the collar was around her neck it was almost like Lucy knew she was home. She decided to name her Lucy because she was running around loose.

Melissa took Lucy to the vet and they stated that she was probably around two years old, most likely a beagle/ pug mix, and had just given birth right before she was abandoned. I don’t know who could have been so heartless to have allowed a cute, sweet dog to give birth then rip it away from its babies, abuse it terribly, and abandon it on the streets. Melissa fostered this cute pup for a few days and decided (since she was SUPER pregnant and had two dogs of her own) that there was no way she was going to be able to keep Lucy because she was very full of energy, had obviously been abused, and needed tons of extra love and attention. This was where I came in the picture.

I met Melissa at my friends house one Friday afternoon to meet Lucy and see if she was a good match. We immediately bonded. Lucy allowed me to put her new collar on her, brush her, love on her, and then eventually take her with me in the car. Oh boy, did she ever love the car ride home. She grinned from ear to ear the whole way home. Once home I started introducing her to her new house, her kennel, and other things that were now hers. I quickly found out that she had been abused with nearly every object imaginable. Lucy would wince at the sight of a broom, shoes, hands, feet, my dad, any man in sight, books, TV remotes, and basically any object that could be used as a weapon. This poor pooch had cigarette burns on her tummy, and scratch marks all over her. I’m guessing she got in a lot of fights out in the wild.

A Dog That Heals

It took a few days but eventually she learned to trust me and love on me all the time. I  had learned with my other dogs that by giving them a role and teaching them things this made the dogs feel needed and important. So, I started teaching Lucy commands (this is what I have been doing since I last posted). In a little over a month Lucy has mastered: sit,  stay, lay down, roll over, up, stand, jump, high 5, shake, other paw, kennel up, heal, halt, slow down, go potty, car ride, fetch, bring it, drop it, back up, she lets me use her as a heating pad when I wake up because that is when my RA is the worst, and stay in your seat (this is while in the car). I am amazed at how quickly she has learned these things and how quickly she has helped heal my heart. We are now working on closing the door, fetching my medicine, and the hardest, barking on command. I  have a feeling she was punished for barking with her previous owners because she refuses to bark.

Once I get her to bark on command I am going to teach her to bark to wake me up when I sleep through my alarm (my medicine causes me to do this quite often). She already wakes me up when she needs to go outside, which is phenomenal for only having her a short time. I am also going to teach her to bark at me when she notices that I am picking at my skin (a little OCD problem I can’t seem to master on my own).

Emotional Support VS. Psychiatric Service Animal

Right now Lucy is considered an emotional support dog but once she gets trained properly and goes through an expensive course, she will be considered a psychiatric service dog. This expensive course will teach her to fetch my medicine, alert me when I need to take them, keep people from getting too close when I have a panic attack, alert my parents and anyone else around when I pass out (I do this a lot because of my cardio syncope and it’s a side effect of some of my medicine), keep people from touching me when I pass out or have a seizure, do the things in the above mentioned paragraph, alert me when I start to have  a mood change or if I do my “zoning out” when I am driving (yes, I know this is very dangerous but it only happens every once in a while, this is why I need Lucy), be there for emotional support, help me when I drop things (I tend to pass out or black out when I scoop down to pick things up) help me retrieve things when my RA and Fibromyalgia gets out of hand, wake me up and alert me to try to go to bed at a reasonable hour (I tend to stay up all hours of the night if I’m not told to go to bed), alert me when I need to drink my pedialyte (I have to drink a gallon a day because I don’t create sodium like I should), and any other service I may need to help with my mental and physical issues. This means I will be able to take her anywhere with me for she will be of service to me.

Please Help Me Get Lucy Trained To Be My Service Dog

Since this course is so expensive I am doing something I don’t like to do, I am asking for donations. I have placed a donate button in the sidebar of my blog and any proceeds I make will go toward putting Lucy through school. Yes, I realize I am asking a lot out of a dog, but I know Lucy can do it. She know so much already and she actually likes doing it! I am so thoroughly blessed to have Lucy in my life and we thank God every day for putting us together. I will continue to keep you posted on Lucy and let you know how much money we have raised, and how she continues to help my mental health.

Well, it’s time for another training session so I must go now. Lucy says Hi!

Mwah and Hugs,

Kimmy and Lucy



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About the Author

I recently started a blog Without A Label as an outlet for me to pour my heart and soul into. I often blog about how I have dealt with or overcome many obstacles in my life like an eating disorder, abuse, depression, bipolar disorder, PTSD, OCD, ADHD, and panic disorder. I would like to say that my blog is a source of inspiration for those that may be struggling with the cards they have been dealt in life. Here is some info about me:Born Kimberly Lyann Hearn May 8, 1980 in Houston, Tx. in 1984 my older brother, Chris, and I were adopted by my "step-father" (I hate that term because I consider him my real Father) and became Kimberly Lyann McPherson. During that same time we moved to The Woodlands, TX and my little sister, Jennifer, was born. Growing up I always looked up to my "step father" (Ronald McPherson) as my real father. I have been completely blessed in the Family department. If it wasn't for my wonderful parents and a village of angels I would not be here today. God has shown me time and time again that He comes first and He is in control, not me. I find that I sometimes have a daily struggle with trying to take back control from God, but I always learn in some way or another that I am not the one in charge, He is! I would like to live my life as an example for Christ! I am so completely imperfect and a horrible sinner, yet Jesus still died on the cross for me so that I may be clean. I thank God daily for sending Jesus for all of us because I know how much I need it. Without God I Would not be here!

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