Super Hero Dogs

I saw a movie recently, where one of the characters owned a dog. Not just any dog, but a canine with the unique ability to detect ahead of time, the onset of an epileptic seizure. And I heard on the radio yesterday of dogs who aid people with diabetes. I thought about this for awhile. I chewed on the possibility of training my dog, Frazier, to help me out. I don't mean to belittle the importance of the helpful companions to all of those people who suffer from disabilities and illnesses. I simply wondered if I could get some assistance on a regular basis. Like when my husband hugs the car ahead of ours on the freeway, and I inhale audibly, causing him to jerk his head my way, the veins on his neck bulging. Or when someone enters my bubble at the grocery store, their breath brushes my neck, and I shoot them an icy stare. If my dog had proper training, could he protect me from myself? Would he then warn me when I am about to act in anger, fear, or just plain foolishness? Perhaps he would nudge me, lick my hand, or bark, distracting me from voicing a new complaint or a sarcastic remark. I believe my dog would be loyal to the end, even if I suffered momentarily from a sudden bout of road rage. His adorable head poking out of the car window would surely stop another driver from fits of revenge. This of course, is after Frazier gave me fair warning. My dog would be fully trained in back-up plans. After all, that is why they are called a man's (or woman's) best friend.