I’m getting awfully good at this therapy dog thing. I mean, I would completely suck at it if I was doing it for people I didn’t know. I would get annoyed at being petted to be sure, and if anyone tried to hug me who wasn’t mama or dad… well, lets just say that I would fail the class at that point. But since this is dad we’re talking about…
That’s right, Bogart Handsome Devil, Therapy Dog, in da House!!!
First I had to check out dad’s new digs – this was the first time I’d seen him here. Everything smells a little different, especially those pillows for some reason. I’d also heard through mama that the nurses are trying to encourage dad to poop, so I thought I’d do my part to be encouraging…
Aw dad, I’ll still always lick your toes like always.
Mama has explained that we come here to help dad get better – that he’s really, really sick and needs a miracle. Well dad, here I am – your fuzzy miracle
Mama was a little sneaky again – this time no chair (cause the chair did kind of freak me out after awhile last time), we just lowered dad so I could get close. Instead of semi-stale bagel, she brought some bacon treats which got broken into little pieces and placed between dad’s fingers. MMM.. dad.
I went in for a couple of smooches – and to check that all of dad’s medication lines were hunky dory.
Mama loves dad so much – almost as much as me – she has to be very strong for him these days.
It turns out that this therapy dog business has an added benefit: a trip through the drive thru. Oh yeah baby, I’m considering exactly what I want from Jack in the Box.
Hm. Where is that voice coming from? Who is this disembodied person who will provide me with all of the meaty goodness I so richly deserve?
Ah, we’re almost there… just behind one car. That means we’ll get up there fast. Mmmaybe.
Never fast enough for me when I’m in the drive thru lane. And I’m always here to help – mama, give me the cash, I’ll grab that bag in my teeth and we’ll be outa here.
No? Are you sure?
So then I had to wait until we got home to dig into that fine Jr. Bacon Cheeseburger.
Longtime readers know that these things happen in a very specific fashion – burger falls from sky, wrapper opens as napkin, then I eat the patty and bun in my own inimitable way.
Yes, I could totally get into this therapy dog thing. Just let me know when I am needed next.
Love,
Bogart
bogart you really are the strongest best soul i know keep cuddling your mom ok!
w00f’s Bogie, Klaus and Lulu, soon ur daddy iz gonna b able to hand u the bacon, Bogie…u iz getting pretty good at being a therapy doggie….yeah, ur mama iz having a hard time right now, good thing she has u to help her…thinking get well thoughts and saying git well prayers…
b safe,
~rocky~
Bogart, you make a GREAT therapy dog! We think you should go everyday! Of course, all those burgers might make you too big to fit through the door of the ICU! Maybe you should make a few trips with just the bacon treats!
Aire-hugs,
Poppy, Penny & Patches 😆 🙂
Yumm Yumm…I prefer them without ketchup or mustard…hides the beefy flavor ya know?
You are doing a great job. Be sure to take care of Mom too.
gussie
ps..any doggie or furperson who feeld compelled to tell Bogie or his mama how bad Jack in the B. is for doggies will please first call my muzzer and she will tell them why they DO NOT even want to mention that at this time.
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see I even said please!
Aw, Bogart, you are such a sweet therapy dog. It makes me so happy that you get to go and visit with your dad. I hope you are the fuzzy miracle that he needs. 🙂 I am sending positive vibes every day. Today I am sending some extra hugs and kisses for you too!
Love Clover xo
stellar job bogart…you did your TD persona very well. i’m glad they let you
go to visit your dad and help clean up toes and fingers –keep up the good work…. not to forget the assist you give your mom making her eat….uh of course the perks aren’tto bad either — mighty good burger for you! very smart boy.
theBUSTER, Ms.Persephone & Ms.Blue too
Hey Bogart, or should we call you bacon boy??? hehehe! We bet you smell like bacon now. We even bet your Papa will wake up just smelling that bacon on his hands. He’s probably mighty hungry by now. Don’t think those sugar lines satisfy the appetite. Maybe you can sneak in a bacon cheeseburger for him. Bet he would luv that. We just know the fuzzy miracle is going to happen this weekend!!! Better go beg Mama for some food since we’re drooling now, tee hee.
Luv & Wirey Hugs,
Butchy, Snickers, Ruby, Sylvester & Scuby
Bogie
You’we the bestes tthewapy fow you Dad and youw Mom too..they need you mowe than evew..thank dog fow youw juicy snout and kisse..you cewtainly desewve that yummie licious buwgew!!!!
I hope you w Dad will get totally well and then you can go and help othews, you awesooo good at this.
smoochie kisses wif all my love and tewwiew vibes and continood pwayews fow youw Dad’s wecovewy
muwahhhh
Asta
Hi Bogie! Hi!
Hi LuLu! Hi!
Bogie you are the goodest and bestest therapy dog everest! OMG! Your Dad is so luckiest ever to have you and so is your Mama! OMG! OMG! OMG! And that Cheeseburger looked awesome! OMG!
Love,
Putter and Mama Putter …
Therapy dogs get bacon cheeseburgers???? Hey, mom… I wanna be a therapy dog, too!!!
I think you’re a very brave guy, Bogie — much braver than me — and I know your dad will respond to your ministrations!
– Charlie