There are no real monsters. Except for the one in my closet
According to all the literature, you weren't supposed to make any big changes in the first year of recovery. That might be all fine and good in the world she came from, Pamela thinks, but with the way the island is...well, it's bullshit. People come and go, there's snow, she's heard you can wake up as a dude. Those are some pretty major changes. So she doesn't think much about securing herself a hut and getting a little help to arrange it just how she wants. It's on the path, near the compound and away from the Hub. Nowhere near the titty bar, and one hell of a distance from the Winchester. All that suits her fine. It helps with the temptation.
One change she wasn't expecting was waking up to a jingle that sounded suspiciously like dog tags. And when she sat up there was something suspiciously like a dog right at her knee. She reached out and decided that it wasn't House's dog. It wasn't any dog she knew. It felt kind of like a German shepherd. She felt around and there seemed to be a harness on him and the harness had a pocket with a card. She slid her finger over the Braille slowly.
TO PAMELA. SERVICE DOG: SEEING EYE COMPANION. TRAINING COMPLETE. CUJO
Now, she knows that part of training a seeing eye dog means an adjustment period where the thing gets used to you, but as soon as she stands up, the dog seems to just know her routine. She's heard about people just getting random shit...but she never expected a dog. She gets dressed and takes hold of his harness. She can feel the change in his body instantly. He's ready to go to work.
"Okay, boy. Let's find out what you can do. Do you know 'Kitchen'?" she asks, and isn't really surprised when the dog takes her toward the compound. She's almost smiling as she enters the busier part of the island. She knows where she's at; she knows just where she's been lead. "I'll be damned," she says under her breath, then reaches down to pat him on the head and scratch behind his ears.
"Good boy, Cujo. Okay...should we turn around and find the beach?" she asks and immediately the dog begins to move to the path again, this time pointed in a different direction. She's so startled at how well he seems to answer her commands that she can only think to do one thing.
"Sit, Cujo!" she say sharply, and when he complies, she lays her hand on his head again. "Good boy, Cujo. Just...sit."
[Cujo has a harness on him that says 'Service dog at work', but Pam can't see that. He's incredibly well behaved and not likely to be distracted by your pup.]
One change she wasn't expecting was waking up to a jingle that sounded suspiciously like dog tags. And when she sat up there was something suspiciously like a dog right at her knee. She reached out and decided that it wasn't House's dog. It wasn't any dog she knew. It felt kind of like a German shepherd. She felt around and there seemed to be a harness on him and the harness had a pocket with a card. She slid her finger over the Braille slowly.
TO PAMELA. SERVICE DOG: SEEING EYE COMPANION. TRAINING COMPLETE. CUJO
Now, she knows that part of training a seeing eye dog means an adjustment period where the thing gets used to you, but as soon as she stands up, the dog seems to just know her routine. She's heard about people just getting random shit...but she never expected a dog. She gets dressed and takes hold of his harness. She can feel the change in his body instantly. He's ready to go to work.
"Okay, boy. Let's find out what you can do. Do you know 'Kitchen'?" she asks, and isn't really surprised when the dog takes her toward the compound. She's almost smiling as she enters the busier part of the island. She knows where she's at; she knows just where she's been lead. "I'll be damned," she says under her breath, then reaches down to pat him on the head and scratch behind his ears.
"Good boy, Cujo. Okay...should we turn around and find the beach?" she asks and immediately the dog begins to move to the path again, this time pointed in a different direction. She's so startled at how well he seems to answer her commands that she can only think to do one thing.
"Sit, Cujo!" she say sharply, and when he complies, she lays her hand on his head again. "Good boy, Cujo. Just...sit."
[Cujo has a harness on him that says 'Service dog at work', but Pam can't see that. He's incredibly well behaved and not likely to be distracted by your pup.]