How I became a Service Bunny

A commenter has asked how I became a service bunny, so I looked back through my blogs and the "about me" section of this blog, and realized I didn't explain that very important detail. So this blog will be a recap of how I became a very important bunny in daddy's life.

I didn't really have much in the way of formal training like the Service Dogs have, but daddy realized when I was a baby that I had a penchent for reading human emotions, and comforting them when they were feeling sad. This started with a TV show, yes, I liked watching TV when I was little. The show was called Extreme-Makeover: Home Edition, a brief recap for those who might not be familiar with this show. A family in need is chosen, and have their house either fixed up, or rebuilt from the ground up. The end result is the family standing on the street in front of their new house, and there is lots of crying etc.
Daddy had built me a platform on top of my cage, and it was almost touching the TV. Well, that part I referred to came on (lots of humans crying), I went over to the TV and put my paw on the screen to comfort the people who were crying. That was when daddy realized I had empathy towards humans and their emotions, and started us on the path to becoming a Service Animal team.

It wasn't until a few years later that it became official under the law, and that law is a little bit of an oddity in itself. The Province we live in (Ontario, Canada), came up with a law for people with disabilities. Way down deep in that law there is a section concerning Service Animals, and to condense the legal jargon, the section says that any animal can be a service animal, as long as the person needing the service animal can get a letter from their doctor detailing why they need it. In short, daddy has a letter from his doctor saying that he needs me as a Emotional Support Animal. We carry the letter, and the part of the law about Service Animals, in a pouch on my stroller, so we have it with us at all times.

I hope that explains the round about way I became a Emotional Support Service Animal.

Now on to some fun stuff.

With only 3 day to go to Christmas Day, daddy got me and him stockings. But these aren't just any old ones, no these are very special. Daddy saw them at Target last month, and decided yesterday to grab them for us. The stocking are Star Wars themed.

The new stockings. Mine is the Darth Vader (black one). Daddy's is R2-D2 (White)

We don't have a fire place, so daddy hung them by the treat shelf.

There was also a Wookie (Chewbacca) stocking, which is the one I really wanted, but they were sold out of them, as it was we got the last of the R2-D2 stockings.