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Thought everyone would enjoy this story!
Love Dog on patrol
By: Scar Too
It was going to be a good day. Mom was getting out the baskets, a big one for her and a smaller one for me. Basket day means I get to go for a car ride, see lots of humans, give lots of kisses, and get lots of treats. I can hardly wait! I knew when I got a bath, my toenails filed and my teeth brushed this morning that something was going to happen. First Mom has to fill those baskets with flowers and people treats and I know she will fill her pockets with treats for me.
Then we will load in the car and drive to a place she calls a nursing home. Here we are and there are some of my friends on wheels. They are at the front door to see me carry my basket to them. Mom grabs the basket just before I drop it on the floor 'cause I am in a hurry to wiggle and kiss all those paws reaching out to me. Hey, I got this group trained. Keep your paw in your lap if you don't want a kiss.
Mom hands out flowers and candy and then puts a couple treats for me in a few paws. She makes them make me do something really simple like down or sit. They clap and laugh and think I am the smartest dog in the world. OK, I am carrying my basket and moving on. I have about 40 rooms I visit here.
In one room is a human who can only do a down in the bed. He cant see me because he cant lift his head. He always calls to me and the lady in white puts his cage door down so I can step on the bottom rail and reach up to give him a kiss. It makes him smile. He always asks me to come back as I grab my basket and head for the next door.
The lady in white (Mom says she is a nurse) first goes into the room to see if the human inside wants company. At one door a human says she is too sick for company. Humph, I stick my head around the door because I havent seen this human before. Oh, she says, a dog. You didnt tell me it was a dog. So in I go with my basket and she pets and hugs on me for a long time. Mom gives her a treat and she hides it in her paw so I have to lick and lick to get to it. She is laughing and talking to Mom. She tries to get me to get in bed with her and Mom gives me that look that means I will have to do a down-stay in a corner if I get in a bed. But, bow-wow, I dont think that lady is sick anymore. We have walked two hallways and Mom has had to refill my basket a couple times.My tummy is getting full. My mouth is getting tired so Mom carries the basket part of the time for me. There are two more of my friends. They are on wheels but cant move. Mom puts a tennis ball in each of their paws and they can't toss it but they take turns dropping the ball. It bounces on the floor and I go get it and take it back to their paw. Their paws dont work right because they cant pet me, but they always smile. I kiss them anyway.
I am really getting tired now. I am about wiggled out. I carry my basket back to the front door and all the people on wheels surround us. Mom always stands behind me to watch my tail and to be sure I dont get rolled on but I am not afraid. I give more kisses and get more pats and finally she has cleared a path to the door. I am so tired I sleep all the way home.
Mom says these humans dont care if I am big and ugly instead of little and fluffy. They dont even care that I am an American pit bull terrier. They love me anyway! It was a good day!
Scar Too is a multi-titled UKC bred APBT who works and lives in Arkansas with Lynn James.
To the close minded and biased "animal lovers" - Research before you criticize something you know obviously nothing about....
AND Golden retreivers DO bite - ANY dog will bite when they are provoked and to think otherwise is just plain stupidity.