On May 17, exactly 33 years after I graduated high school, my baby girl turned her graduation tassel, too. Her service dog, Mac, dressed in a matching cap and gown, trotted along beside her as she crossed the stage to receive her diploma. They both graduated with honors, and Mac received the “seal of biliteracy” on his diploma because he is fluent in understanding both dogs and humans.
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