“My dog understands how to behave around sick people. She takes extra care when she knows someone is frail.”
Those words don’t apply to Honey.
My Dog is a Bad Nurse
I had a bad night. Much as I enjoy creating word pictures for my readers, I’ll just say I have a small case of food poisoning.
So I’m home with Honey to take care of me.
Let me tell you how it’s going so far.
Mike took Honey for her walk. She came back just getting started. First she jumped up on the bed landing firmly on my cramped stomach. After dancing around a few minutes, she ran out of the room.
Seconds later I heard her playing with her loudest squeaky toy. After about a minute, she switched to a new toy—her second loudest squeaky and brought it in to show me.
When she tired of that, Honey once again used my body as a launching pad so she could run downstairs to bark at the kids going to school.
Yep, it’s going to be a long morning.
Will You Be Doing Therapy Work?
Honey and I make a good match. She has no ability to respond carefully to someone who’s not feeling well. And I’m afraid of hospitals and sick people.
I guess we’ll keep looking for a program that needs dogs who jump on people and squeak toys in their ears.