I'm getting awfully good at this therapy dog thing. I mean, I would completely suck at it if I was doing it for people I didn't know. I would get annoyed at being petted to be sure, and if anyone tried to hug me who wasn't mama or dad... well, lets just say that I would fail the class at that point. But since this is dad we're talking about...
That's right, Bogart Handsome Devil, Therapy Dog, in da House!!!
First I had to check out dad's new digs - this was the first time I'd seen him here. Everything smells a little different, especially those pillows for some reason. I'd also heard through mama that the nurses are trying to encourage dad to poop, so I thought I'd do my part to be encouraging...
Aw dad, I'll still always lick your toes like always.
Mama has explained that we come here to help dad get better - that he's really, really sick and needs a miracle. Well dad, here I am - your fuzzy miracle
Mama was a little sneaky again - this time no chair (cause the chair did kind of freak me out after awhile last time), we just lowered dad so I could get close. Instead of semi-stale bagel, she brought some bacon treats which got broken into little pieces and placed between dad's fingers. MMM.. dad.
I went in for a couple of smooches - and to check that all of dad's medication lines were hunky dory.
Mama loves dad so much - almost as much as me - she has to be very strong for him these days.
It turns out that this therapy dog business has an added benefit: a trip through the drive thru. Oh yeah baby, I'm considering exactly what I want from Jack in the Box.
Hm. Where is that voice coming from? Who is this disembodied person who will provide me with all of the meaty goodness I so richly deserve?
Ah, we're almost there... just behind one car. That means we'll get up there fast. Mmmaybe.
Never fast enough for me when I'm in the drive thru lane. And I'm always here to help - mama, give me the cash, I'll grab that bag in my teeth and we'll be outa here.
No? Are you sure?
So then I had to wait until we got home to dig into that fine Jr. Bacon Cheeseburger.
Longtime readers know that these things happen in a very specific fashion - burger falls from sky, wrapper opens as napkin, then I eat the patty and bun in my own inimitable way.
Yes, I could totally get into this therapy dog thing. Just let me know when I am needed next.