Today, I had my first session as a Real Life Therapy Dog. And I must say, it was wonderful!
Mom has a friend who lives about a mile away; I will call her Mrs. F. This woman is only 61 but has had a number of health issues. She has Type 1 diabetes, which robbed her of one eye and the hearing in one ear. She has had a kidney transplant and open-heart surgery. She fell twice in the last two years, breaking her hip and causing her to have limited mobility. She suffered a stroke about a year and a half ago. Last week, she had fluid buildup in her lungs and was hospitalized.
Mrs. F. came home from the hospital Sunday. Today, Mom took me on a “therapy visit”. She brought Mrs. F. a bouquet of flowers and – me! We visited outside, on the front porch, in the sunshine. Mom put the prong collar on me so that she only had to tug gently and I would not jump. It would be very bad if I jumped on Mrs. F. so, I sat like a good girl, and gave lots of tail wags and kisses, then lay down on the cool cement, patiently. Mrs. F. was delighted with me, and pet me, and told me I was good, and beautiful, and a nice size. Mrs. F. complimented on how well I behaved and said that it was lovely to see a Pitbull as a therapy dog. She laughed that I have one black spot on my tail and sat in the sunshine and took off her jacket. We enjoyed the breeze and the birds singing. When we left, I felt great. I know I made Mrs. F.’s day.
Mom took me over to Jamie’s school and put me through my paces on the lawn of the church. But first, she let me take a nice long sniff around. She said I deserved it.
I know now that I will try harder in Obedience School because I want to be a licensed Therapy Dog and go to the hospital and nursing homes. I want to make people like Mrs. F. smile, even for just a little bit. I want to be the four-legged sunshine.
Woof! Love, Maggie