Hi. My name is Charlie Chaplain. They tell me I’m a support dog, that it’s my job to warn my Mom when her PTSD kicks in. It’s not a job. I love her and would do everything I could ever muster to help her. All I do is get up in her face and give her this look. It’s the “Mom, I’m worried about how you’re feeling right now and you need to calm down,” look. It works like a charm. Every time. She gives me the sweetest smile you’ve ever seen and hugs me so tight. How could that ever be a job? If it really is, then I hope everyone’s job is just like mine, ’cause it’s the best.