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My mom and Fun Guy took to me and my mom's mom ro see my favorite grandma and grandpa. My mom's mom calls me her grandma, but she tells me to go lie down when I come near her. My other grandma gives me treats and toys every time I see her. She and Grandpa also take me on long sniff walks that I rarely get at home. The problem is they live over 2 hours away, so we don't get to see them very often.

This weekend, grandma gave me the best treat I've ever had: a licky bone that she put 4 carrots and 2 tablespoons of peanut butter and then froze. She gave me one each day we were there. The problem came yesterday afternoon, and mom said we were leaving because we had to go home. I didn't want to go home! I wanted to stay and continue being spoiled by grandma! Why do we have to leave after only 2 nights every time we see her?

Photo 1 is of me doing a sad because mom said we had to leave. Photo 2 shows I stole my mom's hand on the drive home. She wouldn't let me stay, so she didn't get to use her left hand on the long drive. I made sure of that!

Since I'm my mom's service dog, I'm generally wherever she is. However, after she gets out of the shower, she allows me to go to my bed in the bedroom and wait there until she comes in to get dressed. This morning, I did that as usual. However, when she walked out of the bathroom, she saw Lambchop on my bed in the living room (Photo 2) and said, "Collins, what are you doing in the living room, silly boy?" She then took another step, realized Lsmbchop was on my bed in the living room, and then looked in the bedroom and saw I was right where I was supposed to be. Shd and Fun Guy laughed about the mistake but didn't compensate me in any way. How many apology carrots, belly rubs, and new toys should I sue for? Photo 1 shows how different I am from Lambchop!

My mom was very silly and forgot to give me the giant (2 ft long) Lambchop for my birthday. She just gave it to me. It's huge and good to chomp!

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Friends, this happened a few hours ago, and it was horrifying! It's not like my mom and Fun Guy to do this to me, but they were over an hour late feeding me! Friends, I was starving and wasting away! My mom texted Fun Guy and asked him to feed me at 3:45. Then, she called him at 4:30 and asked for him to feed me. He said he couldn't stop what he was working on because it "would be bad." He finally fed me at 5:15! Do I have a case for being made to eat a late lunch? Ever since my mom's surgery, she's been late getting up to give me breakfast. She says that since her arm is in a sling, she needs Fun Guy's help. She says that she's not allowed to use her dominant hand or bend over, so she can only medicate me. Fun Guy has to take me out and feed me. Can I sue even though my mom is injured?

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The photo is of me finally giving up and resorting to staring at my mom until Fun Guy appeared. It worked since he came upstairs while I was staring at my mom.

My service dog is on a very strict diet. Despite me telling my mother-in-law that he he can't have treats with calories other than carrots, she bought him a Cadet shin bone stuffed with peanut butter. However, after playing with it for a total of 6 hours, his poop was like chalk. It was the size and color of a lightly toasted marshmallow but extremely brittle. In almost 5 years of being a team, I've never seen his poop look and feel like that. He's had soft poop and liquid poop at times if he ate something he shouldn't have, but on a daily basis, his poop has always been normal for a dog. I googled chalky poop and saw it's caused by hypercalcemia - too much calcium from the bone he had been chewing. I threw it out and said no more of those, and my mother-in-law got upset because she can't give him any special treats when we visit her and my father-in-law. I also gave him water because he was acting constipated and he drank a few sips, but then burped it up and spit it out. I gave him his dinner 6 hours later and he was fine. His poop was also back to normal today. Did I overreact? I certainly didn't want to cause drama with my mother-in-law.

My first concern was whether it was rawhide because everyone who gets a service dog from ECAD has to agree to never give our dogs rawhide. I didn't realize Collins would get hypercalcemia from the bone, or I wouldn't have let her give it to him in the first place. Can anyone suggest a low calorie, safe chew that won't cause Collins to get sick?

I'm attaching a photo of the Cadet bone and a bonus photo of Collins chilling.

Hi everyone,

I hope you're all excited to come to my birthday weekend and that you're on the way! Party supplies and some birthday presents arrived early, and even though she tried to hide them, I found them and took 2. I got a birthday Lambchop - my first Lambchop (photos 1 and 2) - and my first emotional support pickle (photos 3 and 4). I wasn't allowed to have squeaker toys because my mom thought I would choke on them. Once, my grandma got me a toy with squeakers, and she saw I removed the squeaker and spit it out and then went back for the next, and so on, she loosened up about squeaker toys. So now I have an emotional support pickle of my very own!

My mom took photo 5 after I fell asleep after de-squeaking Lambchop and the pickle. She said I had to include it for your amusement.

Hello friends,

I faced a grave misjustice this morning, and now I'm feeling very sad (photo 1). My mom got up from her nap on the couch and went to the bathroom. I followed her, as it is my duty to protect her while she is in there, just as she protects me when I go outside. A few seconds after she sat on the toilet, I heard greebles in the living room. I, of course, ran to my bed and chased them away. When she came back into the living room, she found me on my bed with the TV on. She said, "Who turned on the TV?" She looked more closely at my bed, and the rubber remote cover was chewed up, and the remote casing was in a few pieces (photo 2). I told her it was the greebles, whom I valiantly fought and chased away. She checked the remote and saw it still works, but she accused me of stealing and chewing the remote! She doesn't believe me that it was the greebles! She even denied me a belly rub because she said she's upset with me. This is the 4th remote that the greebles chewed in the past 2 months.

Can you all help me convince my mom that the greebles chewed all 4 remotes, not me? Mom says I am on a diet, so I can only get belly rubs and carrots as compensation. How many of each should I get, because I'm owed for protecting the house from greebles, saving the remote before it was damaged to the point it wouldn't work anymore, and as compensation for being falsely accused.

Thank you, Collins, (almost*) 7 yo yellow lab

*I'll put up another post soon, but everyone here and in r/legalcatadvice is invited to my party for my 7th birthday on May 18th!