They even flew me to Holland and from then on my life turned around. The plane arrived in Holland and there I was. Strange country but very nice people. At first I lived in a foster family of the AAI-foundation until they found a new and great home for me with people who understood me and my problems.

And now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!. I've been in Holland for a year or so and I am in training to be a service dog! My new boss and me are a team and we must help each other to get through the day. I’m great at getting the telephone and the keys, at closing doors, pushing the drawers and switching the lights and the television on and off. (I mostly like the last one when my boss is watching a movie)…. My boss can be very clumsy some days and on those days everything falls out of her hands. I am there to pick this all up and give it back to her.

I am even a great help with cleaning up the table and I carry the mugs and spoons! Last week I even went with my boss to the supermarket and I helped with the groceries. She shows me what she wants and I get it and give it to her. Every week we get three hours education and in these three hours I always learn something new. There is a lot for me to learn; I must help my boss get undressed or get dressed, help her with the laundry, sound the alarm when something goes wrong with my boss, open the doors, carry stuff for my boss without breaking it, ignore cats and a lot more.

The only thing I won’t learn is to read and write letters. Nobody thought that this would be possible one year ago, but look at me now. I turned from a wanderer into a service dog and now I am helping my handicapped boss every day so she can live her life as she wants without being dependent on other people. Isn’t it great?

 So when you see a wanderer like me, don’t think it is only a wanderer. Please think of my story and then take a look at that wanderer again!

Sincerely: Erythros, from Holland