Service Pup

My dog - who is not a service dog - has been my personal service dog since I got him.
He is just a regular rescue pup who is amazing and smart and totally adorable, and his friendship has helped me through more than I can explain.
We are now connected in an inexplicable way and he intuitively knows what I need.

Last week when RJ was away for work, I was trying to do as much as I possibly could around the house.
That day I had done the stairs one too many times... and I wasn't sure how or IF I would make it back up the stairs without either help or a really long break.
If I needed a break, it was no big deal - we have lots of entertainment in the basement and filing and other small projects if need be, but I wanted to get back upstairs.
I needed help.
Rj wasn't home.
So... what could I do??

Well, I whistled for Dex to meet me on the stairs. Once he got down near the bottom to me, I grabbed onto his collar.
He instinctively knew. (We had also done this before while camping if we has to get up a steep hill). So, he turned back around and went up the stairs with all his might. I still had a little energy, of course, so it wasn't like I was 'dead weight', but I definitely held on and needed him to basically drag me up those stairs.

He will likely never be classified as a service dog... at least not for anything above psychological help, but to me he knows what I need and when I need it. He knows me.
I am lucky to have RJ.
I am lucky to have Decker.
I am even luckier to have both of them.