It's Official!

I am a Therapy Dog!  Finally!  We got our certificate and my tag in the mail yesterday. 

Mom and I are a team.  See - it says so right here:

I'm so proud.  And I have this really net tag to wear.

Well, maybe that's kinda hard to read.  But doesn't it look just stunning on me?  I think so.  Wait, here is what it says:

I can only wear it when I go on official business of the Alliance of Therapy Dogs.  But it doesn't matter.  'Cuz I know I am a Therapy Dog whether or not I'm on official business.  I will be conducting myself according to he rules and regulations of the ATD (that's the Alliance of Therapy Dogs in case you didn't know) at all times.  

Now if we can just get Mom past the fingerprint and background check.  We got notice that they were processing things for her, but so far nothing.  I think there might be a problem.  She keeps using different names, you know.  They might think she's a spy or something.  Sometimes she says her name is Mary.  Sometimes she says she's Ellen.  Of course they must think she's a spy.  Especially when she pretends her last name is Buckley when it's really Simmons.  I hope we can resolve this.  I'm getting anxious to go do some good things for children!

But until we get Mom straightened out, I can go to the Alzheimer Home and some other places where people need me.  So as soon as Mom comes home from Paris, we're going to go places!

Oh, did I not tell you that Mom is going to Paris with some of her sisters?  I'm kinda sad, but she says it's important that I stay cheerful and take good care of my dad.  So I'm practicing my smiles for dad.

Hmm.  I might have to work on my smiles.

Love to you all, Guinness, Professional Therapy Dog.