Meet Joey

Hi, I’m Joey.

I guess I’ll start with the day I met my future mom and dad — the day all of our lives changed.

It was a scorching July morning in the Phoenix desert. I don’t remember how I got there, only that I was alone, searching for a bit of shade on the side of the road. Then I saw a cyclist coming. I knew I had one chance to be seen, so I made it count. I stood tall, locked eyes with him, and I didn’t turn away until he stopped.

I was hot, tired, and thirsty, but he was kind, compassionate, and willing to help. He called my future mom, and before long, she arrived with a truck big enough to take me somewhere safe. (I’m no small potato, you know.)

I didn’t have much time. They were already talking about finding me a rescue. So I got to work. I showed them how smart I was, how quickly I could learn, and how much I wanted to belong. In just a few days, I earned a place in their hearts and in their home.

What they didn’t expect was that I already knew how to help them in ways they hadn’t even imagined. As they learned my commands and signals, it became clear I had been trained. I wasn’t just looking for a home — I had a purpose. I began serving my new family, meeting needs they never even knew I could meet. In ways we can only describe as God’s perfect timing, I became exactly what they needed and never knew they were missing.

Then one day, my dad ended up in the hospital for a week. I visited him every day with my mom. The nurses and staff began to notice something. When I was there, people felt calmer, lighter, and comforted. By the end of the week, I had what they called a fan club, and we were invited to become a therapy dog team.

They say therapy dogs help people feel better. I say they get a lot of pets.

After dad recovered, mom and I began volunteering regularly at the hospital, comforting patients and staff alike. I take my job seriously — spreading calm, bringing smiles, and collecting as many pets as possible along the way. (Don’t tell them. They think I’m working.)

At home, I continue my role as a service dog, supporting my parents every day in ways that truly matter.

Now we’re on a mission. We want to help other dogs like me — unloved, unhoused, and overlooked — find their place in someone’s life. Because every dog deserves a place. Every dog deserves that chance.

We believe we are all God’s creatures, and with your help, we can make a real difference.

Will you follow, like, and share my story? Would you consider donating to the organizations featured here — rescues or outreaches which provide life-saving care, food, shelter, Vet care, and love, while helping dogs search for their forever homes, OR stay in the loving home they already have, but need help to do so.

Together, we can help them find their place.

With love,
Joey

Giver of Light, Lover of People