When the Service Dog Performs Perfectly

As you've surely noticed if you've read much on this blog, Isaac is not perfect.  No service dog is.  They are dogs, not machines.

I think I post a lot about the little imperfections, though, because sometimes they frustrate or upset me and I want to talk (well, write) about it and sometimes because they are minor things that are kind of amusing, like when Isaac tried to eat a peanut on the floor at a restaurant right after I'd finished telling an employee how service dogs are supposed to be trained not to eat food off the floor in a restaurant.

But sometimes, he does his job perfectly.

A few days ago, we were in Starbucks.  It was on my birthday, actually.  I was on my way to tutor and stopped to get a latte and a cookie.  As I was getting out my money, I dropped a five dollar bill on the floor.  I said, "Isaac," and pointed at it.  And he picked it right up.  Handing it right to me.

Luckily I had another five in my wallet, which I gave to the clerk, because the one Isaac retrieved for me was a bit slobbery.  But he did his job instantly, perfectly.

He got a treat.