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Healing Paws for Petty Officer 2nd Class Bubba
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My name is William Bubba Jewett, I am a disabled Navy Veteran and this is a little view in my life and soul on a daily basis and why I am asking for help to get my German shepherd puppy Ruger trained as a PTSD service ...

My name is William Bubba Jewett, I am a disabled Navy Veteran and this is a little view in my life and soul on a daily basis and why I am asking for help to get my German shepherd puppy Ruger trained as a PTSD service dog.

Since November of 2013 I have been seeking help from the VA to get a service dog to only be turned down and told that I needed to find one through other channels. I was contacted by a lady who had a litter of GSD puppies due thee beginning of December and that she wanted to help me by giving me a huge discount on anyone that I wanted. So with a puppy I approached the VA again and this time they tell me they do not fund any training but the rep referred me to an approved service dog group and they shot me down because I have my own dog and it a GSD and they do not work with them anymore and only help when you take one of their rescue dogs. To make a long story short I have approached over 150 service dog training facilities in the United States and been shot down because I will not use their dog. The good news is I found an amazing Dog Trainer in Fort Pierce, Florida by the name of Joel Hubert and his partner Lucas.

Ruger is now with Joel at his center training in Obedience and they are training on faith that donations will come in to help Ruger help me.

Warning the info below is graphic and could be offensive to young children.

War, I believe, dare not be commented on by those who has yet to experience it. Until you kill other human beings for survival, what could you possibly say about it? It assaults all your scenes, the smell of death and the machines that cause it. Noises so loud you feel like an ant under a lawnmower. It is incomprehensible.

During my deployment People all met an indiscriminate end at my hand. On my best days I tell myself I killed to survive, on my worst my mind tells me I committed acts of madness so that I didn't go mad. There is nothing worse than hearing your young grandchildren play and laugh just to end up in a flashback reliving things and your wife screaming at you to snap out of it, so then you go and hide in your bedroom until the kids leave.

There are a lot of grudges that I hold close to my heart, in some sense it means that I will always be at war. At war with my actions, at war with my survival, at war with suits who tell you that you kill for a good cause and that we (the west) were/are the good guys.

Then there are the triggers that cause me to actually relive different things that caused my PTSD to the point that I can taste, smell hear and feel everything as if it is just happening in my life. Bellow you will see some of the triggers that do this:

“Even though I knew they were just fireworks on the 4th of July, to me they still sounded like incoming mortars. It took me right back to my deployment…” When this happens I experience a sense of panic that something bad is about to happen.

“Driving down the roads in my home town, I find myself noticing every piece of debris, avoiding every pothole.” It gets to the point that everywhere you go that I am looking for IED’s, because on my deployment it was and IED that took out my buddy and his torso hit me in the head causing my TBI.

“When stress brought on flashbacks, I dealt with them by drinking them away. I considered it recreational drinking, but really I was self-medicating and I did this for about 20 years at an average of a 5th of Wild Turkey 101 per night.”

“I find when my wife and myself go out to dinner we always have to look for a table with my back in the corner where I can watch all the people and for years I thought it was because I had been a bouncer in bars for a long number of years. Then there is the return home and having to clear the house and make sure that no one is hiding and wanting to do harm to me or my family.” I found out this called hypervigilance is being constantly on guard, constantly alert for any stimuli which are associated with your PTSD.

These are just a few of many things I deal with on a daily basis and why Ruger my service dog will be so important to me. Some of the tasks that Ruger will be learning while in training to help me is:

Clearing the house for me when I get home.

Waking me during nightmares and making me focus on him.

When I go in to a flashback Ruger will be trained to paw me or even jump up and nudge me to pull me out of the flashback and keep asking for attention until I kneel down and love on him to fully break the cycle.

These are just a few of the tasks that Ruger will learn to benefit me and hopefully allow me to become a more productive part of society and not having to stay home all the time and hide.

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