Well it coulda been a Javelina!

First, I have to tell you something really exciting.  Then I'll tell you about the Javelina. 

Here it goes.  Saturday, Mom and me (wait, Mom and I? Yes, I think so...) anyway, Mom and me went to a Nursing Home nearby.  We met the Evaluator there.  Remember?  The gal who is going to say whether I can be a therapy dog or not. 

It was a little strange.  We went in an elevator.  But it was a whole lot bigger than that little one in the St. Louis house that I won't go in.  (Did you know I have claws-tro-phobia.  That means I get scared in small spaces.  But wouldn't that be "fear of claws?"  I don't have a fear of my claws.  I don't get it.  Oops.  I'm doing that digressing thing again.  Where was I?)

Oh, right.  We went up in an elevator.  I didn't balk or anything.  I just did it.  When we got out, there were a lot of little rooms with people with white hair.  The Evaluator asked them if they wanted to see the Therapy Dog.  (That's me, the Therapy Dog.  I like how that sounds.)  Most of them said yes.  So I would go in and lick their hand and let them pet me.  It made them smile.  After a few minutes, Mom told me to sit and say thank you.  That's cuz she knows how cute I look when I sit.  So I did.  And THEY thanked ME!  Pretty cool, huh?

Mom said she wished she could take my picture, but it's frowned upon.  How can taking pictures be frowned upon?  I like her to take my picture.  But anyway, she didn't. 
  
One big man wanted me to give him a kiss.  So I reached up and licked his nose.  He laughed and seemed really happy.  That was fun. 

We finished after about a half hour.  And when Mom was leaving, the Evaluator said, "He passed with flying colors!"  That was me!  I passed with Flying Colors.  But I didn't see any colors flying.  In fact, I'm not sure I can see colors at all.  Maybe that's why I couldn't see the colors flying. 

So that's my exciting news. 

Then we came home and took  walk around the neighborhood.   I was looking for a doggie friend I could tell my news to.  Instead, we ran right into a Javelina.  At least I thought it was a Javelina.

 



I should have known something was odd when Mom didn't drag me the other direction like she usually does when a Javelina shows up. I carefully eased up to the guy so he would know I didn't mean him any harm.  He didn't move or say a thing.  That's when I got it.  This wasn't a real javelina.  This was a metal thing that was made to look like a Javelina. 

I just kept walking.  I can't believe I was so fooled.  Mom was laughing at me. Oh, well.  It was a good day anyway. 


Hope you had a successful day too.

Love, G