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As we enter the hospital, I get a very unique view (through my eyes). While others are looking at people’s faces and tops of beds, I get to "check out" feet and the view UNDER the beds. Watch out, all you little "dust bunnies"! And… while the other dogs are standing next to the beds, I manage to sit ON the beds. Sometimes, I even get to lie down right on top of someone’s tummy. Imagine a St. Bernard doing that! It is true that people don’t need to bend down to pet the "big guys" (large dogs); but I can pop right up on people’s laps. A ride in a wheelchair is pretty cool!
Scampering through
the hospital, in and out of rooms, up and down the halls; I feel a sense
of pride and accomplishment that makes me feel ten feet tall. For
what I see, even from the floor looking up, are SMILES. Sometimes,
warm friendly hands reach out to touch me. People talk to me.
Would you believe some people even tell me that I’m a "cute little puppy"!
Wow! How about that! Those of us, who have reached "middle
age", always appreciate a complement on our youthful appearance.
Being a therapy dog
is a new adventure for me. As we, therapy dogs (yes, and cats, too),
continue with our therapy adventures; we would like very much to share
some of them with you. Consider this little conversation, if you
would, the "introductory chapter" to the Looking Through the Special
Eyes of… And remember, it’s NOT your size or age that’s
important; it’s how big your heart
is and how you view the world…through your special eyes.
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