Hi. Bear here.
Mom’s been busy on something called Jury Duty the first part of this week, and I was worried we weren’t going to be able to go to any of the Pet Partners appointments we signed up for. But she came home Wednesday and said she’d been “dismissed” and seemed all happy about that (when I get “dismissed”, it makes me sad because it means nobody will throw the ball for me anymore). Anyway, mom and I visited two assisted living homes in Albany today, and mom told me I could write about our visits as a reward for getting in the car ALL BY MYSELF this afternoon (without anyone having to pick me up) – AND I was a little happier in the car also. If I had known I’d get to write on mom’s blog as my reward, I would have acted better a lot sooner!
I don’t think mom has told ya’ll that we have more people and pooches working as Pet Partners now! Boy, that sure makes all the folks we visit happy! When there are more of us to go to each place, that means there are more heads for people to pat, more ears to scratch, and more tails to wag! Today, all our tails got to wagging at once, and we practically stirred up a tornado! It’s a good thing those places don’t have a lot of those things mom calls “knick-knacks” sitting all over the place, ’cause we would have swept them clean off the tables!
Here's one of our rookies - Charlie. Now THIS Charlie is a girl (Mom says there used to be a perfume called Charlie Girl - I wonder if that's where her name came from). Anyway, she's a King Charles Cavalier Spaniel, and she is a real cutie-pie. Her mom's name is Miss Barbara - she's a cutie too!
This is our other Charlie, and like most "Charlie's", he's a boy. He's gold-colored like me, but his hair is curlier, and he's not as big. Charlie is the senior citizen of the group (among the dogs, I mean). Charlie's first mom, Miss Pat, lives in Heaven now, so Miss Marty adopted him, and he lives with her and Happy Jack. Nobody knows exactly what kind of dog Charlie is, and we surely don't care, 'cause he just loves going to visit, and everyone loves him! On the other side of Charlie is little Buddy (Buddy is white, and nobody knows what kind of dog he is either, but we think he's a mix of a terrier and a poodle). His mom is Miss Linda, and her family rescued Buddy, and they've been loving him ever since. Buddy and I go to the same groomer - sometimes we're even there at the same time and get to talk to each other in side-by-side cages. We love it when that happens!
You might have noticed in the photos that there are lots and lots of those walker things where we go visit. That’s something we all have to be able to be around without getting all in a dither about it. A lot of the folks we visit use those walkers to help them get from one place to another, and some of the wheels squeak or make rattly sounds when they’re moving. That doesn’t bother us at all, except we do have to wait till the people sit down so we can get around those walker legs to get petted . . . .
. . . . as Happy Jack is demonstrating here. (Happy Jack belongs to Miss Marty, but Miss Marty's mom, Miss Liz, brought him today because Miss Marty brought the boy Charlie - I know that's confusing, but in Pet Partners, it's one dog and one human - in other words, one human can't bring two dogs.) Happy Jack is a yellow Labrador Retriever. Do you know why he's called Happy Jack? Because he is HAPPY all the time! You already knew that, right? Sometimes Miss Marty has Happy Jack jump in my mom's car ahead of me - to entice me in. It works too because everyone wants to be around Happy Jack! That's Buddy looking on.
Here's our other King Charles Cavalier Spaniel. Her name is Dewar, and I don't know WHAT kind of shampoo her mom, Miss Virginia, used on her today, but I could NOT stay away from her! Gee whizzers, she smelled good!
This is another one of our rookies - an American Staffordshire Terrier named Georgia - LOVE that name! Georgia is loved by her dad, Mr. Steve. Mr. Steve used to rescue Pit Bulldogs who were about to be put down. One day he got a call about a Pit Bulldog who was MINUTES away from going to the Rainbow Bridge - not only because she was a Pit Bulldog, but also because she had mange really bad, had lost all the hair on half her body, and had a horrible eye injury that was infected. Mr. Steve rushed down to the shelter, and instead of a Pit Bulldog, he found Georgia! She was 11 months old when he took her home. He worked on her mange with the vet until it cleared up and had her eye operated on. Now she is seven years old and such a sweet little (you notice I call all the dogs "little" because next to me, they all are . . . little) dog.
Here's me getting my ears scratched by the lady I call my "Favorite Ear Scratcher". I run straight to her every time we visit this place. Man, you can tell she used to have big dogs! She knows EXACTLY where to scratch us!
Here's little Georgia running around outside right before we got our picture taken. Can you BELIEVE somebody wanted to put down this sweet girl? Geez, that just really ruffles my fur!
Here our whole group - except for Miss Marty, who was taking the picture (Miss Marty is in the header picture on the right side with Happy Jack). (l-r) Mom and me, Miss Linda and Buddy, Miss Barbara and girl Charlie, Miss Virginia and Dewar, Mr. Steve and Georgia, and Miss Liz with boy Charlie. And that's Happy Jack in a perfect "stay" while his mom snaps the photo.
We really, really had fun today and got to visit with so many nice folks. It made OUR day, and I kinda think it made THEIR day too! They sure hated to see us leave!
Well, I think that about wraps it up from here. I think this is where mom usually says, “Have a great weekend!”
Bear . . . . out.
Oops – one more thing. Mom just told me to let you know that all of us – even Maddie and I – are leaving Saturday going somewhere called the “beach”. I have no idea what that is, and neither does Maddie, but we’re happy to be going along instead of going to (gasp!) the kennel. Mom said that just for this ONE TIME, there wouldn’t be a Monday blog. cause we’re not coming back home until Tuesday, and she isn’t taking her laptop. Tune in WEDNESDAY to hear all about our trip to the beach – whatever that is.
“There’s sand at the beach? Sand is for CATS, mom, not dogs. NOOOOO, I don’t want to go to the kennel instead. I LOVE sand!”
Mom says, “God bless.”