Cute dog comforts owner with potatoes and other gifts

This true account of the kindness and noble heart of a little terrier named Zeus makes me weep.

Service dogs, as defined by the Americans with Disabilities Act (ADA), are “dogs that are individually trained to do work or perform tasks for people with disabilities.”

Zeus is the service dog of a woman named Drovie, who is going through some really tough times.

Zeus is so empathic that he brings little “gifts” to comfort his mistress when she is down.

Drovie recounts a recent gift on tumblr:

“Today therapy was really hard. I was sitting here crying, and generally being miserable, when I felt a nudge at my knee. I looked down to see that Zeus, my service dog, was doing his job… and brought me a potato. It is very hard to cry with the gift of a potato.”

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Drovie didn’t know where the potato had come from.

Later, she posted again:

“Remember this?  I’m having a rough time right now. Zeus has a solution. That would be an empty pill bottle . . . a bottle of embossing powder, and two, TWO potatoes.”

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Source: Life With Dogs

H/t FOTM‘s CSM

~Eowyn

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11 responses to “Cute dog comforts owner with potatoes and other gifts

  1. I think I’m going senile…
    You look into a dog’s eyes, even in these pictures and, knowing the situation at hand, you can almost read their little minds. Nothing but love and loyalty.

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  2. People think animals aren’t very smart, but I believe God gave them superior intuition and kindness…after all, Dog is God spelled backward.

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  3. What a cutie. Good doggie!

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  4. Zeus is but an angel sent to Earth to minister to his mistress. This story is so wonderful, thank you for bringing it to us.

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  5. 🙂

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  6. So touching! And now we know why Zeus is a service dog. 🙂

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  7. Reminds me of Ruggy, a dog of my neighbor’s. He used to bring home frying pans and all kinds of goodies. Then Mrs. McMillan would spend the rest of the day trying to track down who they belonged to. Slower times in those days, but I once happened to see Ruggy rot home proudly with his head held high and his love offering.placed firmly in his mouth. I was a little kid, but the image sticks to this day.
    Dogs are the best! If you care for them, they’ll make you a much better person.

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    • CS—you reminded my of our first dog when we were married college students…living in a rural VA “trailer park” in my parents’ travel trailer. My NEW husband brought home a “reject-OOPS” dog…..from the farmer who owned the land where we parked a travel trailer (so we could finish our last semester of college). He raised hunting beagles..but one got cozy with a local Daschound….and he gave the puppies away,…..and we took one. “Beaureguard” was our “first child.” SO SMART…like most hunting dogs are. The locals, most of them working at a local chicken processing factory, showered us with anonymous love and lots of frozen chicken pot pies on our doorstep, even if they didn’t really KNOW us…(Yes, folks…there ARE places in the USA LIKE THIS EVEN YET). Our little dog ran around the small trailer park and stole everything and anything—kids’ toys…shoes left on the doorstep, clothing on the drying line….newspapers, and brought them to a forsythia bush in our “yard” that formed a sort of “hideaway” cave for him. We loved these people who loved us unconditionally enough to leave us anonymous gifts of food (and one gave me life-saving advice out of her own experience—or else I would not today have had my second child……that’s another LONG story)…so we had to continually canvas our neighbors with our sacks of shoes, toys, sheets and towels….etc….to see if we could return these items…NO ONE EVER was angry or blustery with us….even. today,, I don’t know if I could be so gracious…

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  8. that is, he TROTTED home (bed time).

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