Maxwell Smart has been my medical alert dog for 11 years. He is 12 years old and in partial retirement, while his 5-year-old brother Jaxson (also a rescue) is learning to deal with Maxwell’s responsibilities. He has some big paws to fill.
Maxwell was rescued from a busy freeway after being thrown out of a car window when the previous owner drove off and dropped him to die. I had a gearshift Mustang and saw it on my inner shoulder in sheer fear. I stopped and yelled at him to get into my car. He did, and clung to my shoulders and chest the rest of the way home.
As my father says, he fell into a gold mine. I was just about to wait nine months for a program service dog with no dog in sight. So I did some research and got help from a professional trainer on how to train Maxwell to be my much-needed service dog. It took him about a year and a half to become a full service dog, and he’s been my guardian angel ever since.
I am an occupational therapist in a qualified nursing home where he brightens the days of many patients and staff. He earned his AKC Distinguished Therapy Dog title for touching so many lives in the past decade. He also saved my life with the service dog aspect of his career. He is able to detect incoming drops in sugar levels, incoming migraines and PTSD symptoms. He is my heart dog.