Some people ask me, “Sophie, do you enjoy your job, or do you feel like you have to be a doggy therapist?” The answer is both! Being a therapy dog is fun, but it’s also something I gotta do. It’s my doggy duty, you know?
Here’s my very super official doggy therapist badge ID card that I talked about last week:
What do I do on jobs, you ask? You already know about my college jobs, but those are actually pretty rare. What I normally do is go to hospitals and assisted living homes and places where kids need a dog to hang out with. Here’s one of my jobs here, at an assisted living home:
This one was fun, just like all my jobs. That’s why it’s my job. If it wasn’t fun, I wouldn’t be doing it. It’s my “job,” but it’s not really “work,” you know?
Anyway, that was just one time at an assisted living home. I go there all the time. Now I’m gonna share some more pictures with you!
This really nice lady told me that I looked like her old dog, which was nice of her! Then I met her new dog, who was not very talkative, but we played with her anyway. She said that her old dog was named Harriet and that she was the exact same kind of dog as me! And she also said that she would always have to make sure to keep the door closed to make sure that Harriet didn’t run out, because she REALLY loved to be free and running around.
This lady was also super nice and really wanted to feed me a whole lot, but Sandy stopped her because if I had my way, I think I’d just keep eating and eating and eating until there wasn’t any more food left in the whole WORLD. That’s how much I love eating. I love it a lot. And this nice lady loved feeding me, and I loved her for that! She also told me some stories and that was really cool! I love hearing about the people’s stories! You guys love hearing about my stories too, right?
So, according to the doctors, this lady didn’t move too well or smile very much, but when I came, she sat up and started petting me and smiling a WHOLE BUNCH, on my head and behind my ears. Now she apparently smiles a lot more than she used to and it’s all because of me!! Just like I said last week, this just goes to show how helpful therapy dogs are! Man, I’m good at my job.
This guy was pretty great. At the beginning of that visit, he was scared of me. Some people are scared of dogs the same way that dogs are scared of vacuum cleaners, and I can understand that so it doesn’t hurt my feelings. So for the rest of that day I hung out with everybody else, but eventually we had to go. We were just about to start saying goodbye when he said:
“Hey you took a picture with all of them, aren’t you going to take a picture of Sophie with me?”
And I said
because I really dig people. Even though I don’t mind when people are scared of dogs I still love hanging out and talking with people and getting petted.
This lady was really great too! We usually aren’t supposed to sit on the beds but she wasn’t on it so I got to this time and she petted me—she rubbed my belly which I loved—and we had a really good conversation and I got some treats. She talked about her family and the people she knew and used to know and I just kind of listened. She was really nice and smart, and I liked her.
Now tell me my job doesn’t look awesome and really really fun. Go on. That’s right; you can’t. My job is a ton of fun, and just between you and me, I’m kind of an expert at it. The way I see it, I get paid in smiles. And I’m rolling in smiles.
Okay, goodbye friends! See you next week!!