I was really looking forward having a visit from Tody – the therapy dog. In fact it was going to be the highlight of my week!Toby is a small dark hairy Daschund who gets so excited by you, he makes you believe that you must be the most amazing person in the world! He dishes out love generously and uses his entire body, to smother you with luscious licks from his eager little tongue. By the end of the visit you feel like a human Chupa Chup, that has been licked right down to the stick.
I’ve been hell bent on getting Ada a therapy dog ever since I noticed she likes it when a cat, dog or baby comes on the tv.
(A welcome distraction from her usual pissed off state.) It wasn’t until I found out Caribbean people are afraid of dogs, and Ada didn’t want any such visitors, that I realised this therapy dog was for me and no one else.
Is it selfish to want a little hairy sausage dog to come visit you on weekends? Even if it is under the guise that it’s helping your Aunt?
I’ve always wanted a dog, but I’m too transient to own one, plus I usually rent. (And the real reason is – I just can’t fathom picking up their warm poop from the ground when ever you take them for a walk.) So I would have to own an agoraphobic dog that didn’t poo, liked moving and could pass as a fish during house inspections.
Not likely. I think I’ll stick to my therapy dog.
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