I'm a Therapy Dog

I went for my first ever visit to a nursing home last Wednesday. I had so much fun! They let me walk right in with my Mom and Dad. First we went to visit the people in the Altzheimers wing. Everyone was so happy to see me. They all wanted to pet me. I did my tricks and made some of them laugh. I love that. The nurses said I was the highlight of the day. I don't know about that, but I did get some yummy treats.

We also visited the Rehab wing. These people are only staying there for a little while, then going home. I saw lots of machines and exercise equipment. I tried to use the treadmill. Everyone liked me there, too. There was even one guy who knew that I was an Australian Cattle Dog. He was really excited to see me. I liked him too.

The staff said I could come back any time. I think I will take them up on that! If you get the chance, try being a Therapy Dog. It is a good time for you, and a wonderful thing for all the people who are in the hospital, too.

Missing in Action

Yep, that's right, I've been missing in action. I have had nothing to say, and nobody to say it to.

Life has been pretty dull around here. My mom is getting ready to have hip surgery soon, so she's not walking much these days. That means she is BORING! She doesn't run me in agility. I have to wait for Beth to come by. That only happens a couple of times a week. We haven't been to any trials, not even on Memorial Day weekend. Mom judged then. She was gone for four whole days. I had to stay at home. How is a guy supposed to get any titles or ribbons?

Things are looking up though. They tell me I am going to be a Therapy Dog. I am not sure what I have to do yet, but I think I will be going to a nursing home, or a hospital, to visit people who are sick, or not able to go outside. Mom has been working on my tricks, so I guess I will have to do them in public. I think it might mean lots of good treats for me, if I do well.

I'll keep you all posted on what happens with that.