Charles is not a therapy dog, but he sure does make Grammie feel good. She is 93 and lives in an assisted living community. Charles is a little timid when we first get into the building but he gets over it. He rarely goes to many places without the other dogs, and the building has this weird pattern of carpet and then floor and then carpet, which is hard for little paws to walk on.
Once we were in Grammies room and he could get off the slippery floor he decided this was going to be ok. (And Mom brought treats to help.) Animals just make such a difference to elders. Especially when the elder had to leave their loved animals behind to go to a place like a nursing home. I understand why they can’t bring their beloved cats and dogs, because it would become a burden on the staff when just helping humans is hard enough, but seeing how happy Charles makes Grammie, who had to give up her cat, Casey (now living with our petsitter, Sonya), makes me sad. I really do need to bring him to visit more often. As long as he is good with it, it sure makes Grammie smile. He fell asleep in the chair with her and she never took her hand off of him the whole time. This is perfect mischief for a Monday, don’t you think?