A week ago we rescued Yoda and after letting him decompress for a week we realized that this dog really had been a stray for his whole life. Yoda was sweet as pie and so eager to please every person he met but he was scared of everyday things like toilet flushing, the dishwasher, and a million other things. So now, we had to teach Yoda how to dog and thankfully I had the perfect happy-go-lucky dog for the job. When I was 18 I rescued Kahlua, my chocolate lab from lab rescue, she was my first dog, my first love and she has been wonderful with all the fosters I have brought into our life. Kahlua has never been anything but an excitable puppy, despite now being 13, and she is the doggiest dog that ever did dog, so I knew she could help Yoda. Kahlua has slowly been showing Yoda, how to beg for treats, how to chew on a ball, how to bark at the neighbors cat and how to relax in the bed. Yoda is a puppy and I'm still waiting for him to prove it, I almost, ALMOST, want him to do something bad, something puppy like. Once Yoda becomes comfortable in a house, he can start on his road to become our on staff Therapy Dog.