At one time Judy Frenz was a successful artist, selling her valuable works of art Nationally. However, for over twelve years Judy Frenz has been plagued with both Seizures and seizure like panic attacks. She has had 4 to 5 minor seizures daily. She also suffers from "Panic" attacks daily. Her episodes leave her weak, shaken, often with horrible, paralyzing migraine headaches, and sometimes lapse of memory.

She has been to over 20 different Doctors, seeking medical relief from them, with no, or very little success. She has used all the standard treatments, and been a "ginny pig" for several others.

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I was working a booth at the American Family Pet Show in Costa Mesa California at approximately 3 pm on Saturday afternoon, when this unusual woman in a wheel chair with bright red, clown like shoes, thick long read hair, up in pig tails, and a bright shirt was wheeled up to me by an older more ivy league dressed woman. The woman looked up at me with her huge Viking like head, and straight into my eyes with her vibrant blue eyes and charismatic smile and asked, "can you help me? I need a trained Assistance dog badly, and nobody wants to help me. Would you give me a dog?"

I have been asked that question everyday for about five years now, and have trained hundreds of such dogs for people that have little ability to pay for the dog, or the work, and, out of necessity, want and need it all. So far I haven't turned a single person down. However, I was out of dogs, and really wanted to say, "no!", but I couldn't. At the same time I remembered a beautiful German Shepherd dog I had raised and trained that was perfect for Daisy. As I looked down at her piercing blue eyes and her needing smile that horrible word that has gotten me in so much trouble slipped out of my mouth, and I said "YES, I have just the dog for you, and he's already been in training for over a year." I wanted to bite my lip off, hit myself in the head, and heard that voice we all hear saying, "Bob, you are an idiot! You'll never get a dime, (not true but somewhat), you're in for a lot of trouble, and it's going to cost you more than you can imagine. Tell her NO and go home. Forget about her, or you'll regret it. Your wife is going to hate you and give you trouble. Everyone is going to think you are stupid. Don't you realize the value of your dogs? What kind of business are you, anyways? You're going down in flames. Knock off this stupid stuff, stick to making money, and be smart!" That voice always says the same thing.

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The following is a true account of the lives of two boys and their biological mother. It may disturb you, but is written exactly as dictated and can be verified by several organizations and institutions who were involved with the boys as they grew up. It is written to educate you to the reality of the predicament many disabled people suffer as they survive in an uncaring world.

There are an innumerable amount of people in America that need assistance K9s, many of whom have written, called, and solicited help from the known organizations training dogs, without success. They have either been placed on a long, 3 or 4 year list for potential candidates, or simply told they don't qualify for acceptance. Many have disabilities that these organizations have no way to train dogs to help.

I received one such email, one of several I get monthly, from a young man named Randy who, along with his twin brother John suffered from grand maul seizures. He had suffered with seizures that afflicted him usually weekly, and wanted to know if we had a K9 that he might be eligible for. He needed a dog to indicate before hand that he was going to have a seizure so that he could protect himself from the experience. His need was quite serious as his seizures often were life threatening and severe. Having called several organizations he had found no one that could offer him any hope, and he was becoming desperate.

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Scott Lachenmyer became a dear friend, and through the dog training we had some great times. He died last year and it is hard to write about him. Scott was a wonderful man who I miss dearly.

It was June 4th, 1991. Scott Lachenmyer, at age 34, seemed to be like every other guy. He had a good life, a promising financially successful career as the General Manager for Glenn Thomas Dodge in Long Beach. Scott had a wonderful wife, Anita, age 38, who was over achieving in her job as a "Title 9", Bilingual, Special Education Instructor with the Ocean View School District, where she worked in a unique capacity with disabled children, who did not have proper language skills.

Anita had gone to Sacramento, lobbied, and obtained a special "Title 9" grant, for non-speaking hispanics with disabilities like A.D.D. and A.D.H.D. At that time they called them slow learners, or "title 9 kids". At that time time they didn't have the ability to evaluate and qualify disabilities such as Autism. The "Lantermann Act", which was empowered in 1968, was being used for blind and deaf children, primarily kids who were obviously physically disabled. Other children were just considered, "different". Anita wanted to start a program for these children who were developmentally disabled, and also non-english speaking, which meant they were simply ignored. Their parents were USA citizens who paid taxes, but because of their language differences, their children were not being given a chance of being helped.

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David Kelso RN PhD
Director of St James
FEMA Search and Rescue Director for Northwestern United States
Vice President of the American Red Cross

Bob Taylor,

I wanted to provide you a written report on Casper the Akita you trained for me earlier this year. We have been called on three times in a two week period the prior two the hunters came out prior to any of the Search team reaching the area. In this case the lost hunters Cousin realized that it was getting dark and very cold and his Cousin was lost. The Fleecer area is a very tough terrain. When we arrived I selected tow of my team mates and the lost person's cousin to attempt to locate the missing person. We hiked in a little over 4 miles to the place they knew the person had left from. Casper was scented to the track and given the command to search. It was very easy to see when Casper was near the lost person. One of the team along with the Cousin who was younger and able to move quicker on ahead. The track was 18 hours old, and covered with 4 feet of snow, and it was 25 below zero at two in the morning. We tracked it 8 miles to where he was sitting near a tree and feeling "he was gong to die". He at first thought he was "loosing it when he could hear Bill and his Cousin calling to him. He did respond. There were many times when Casper was at cross tracks which set to follow.

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