My dog, Plato, is a service dog. It is getting old and next month he will get his retirement and I will get a new dog called Memo.
I am alone in the house when going to bed. Normally I manage fine. But today I slipped and fell half way to the bed with my trousers around the ancles. (I guess it looked hillarious but it didn't feel like it) The dog was tired. It is passed his bed time, and he normally doesn't undress me. Anyway. He pulled my trousers off, then picked up the control to the bed (the room was dark and he doesn't see that well anymore) and gave it to my hand. I could get up and get to bed. Without him I would have slept on the floor until tomorrow morning. Jesus and Plato get both thanks tonight. And Plato is getting a nice treat and permission to sleep in my bed.