I've been living under storm clouds since my honorable discharge, but Julian's the sun. I've tried everything to deal with my PTSD from yoga to sunning my butthole, but nothing seemed to help. So when my brother suggests a service dog, I figure I don't have anything to lose. The last thing I expect is for the dog to come with a cheerful, quirky trainer I can't get out of my head... I'm too screwed up for...