Mine, all mine

Brownie has been therapy for only me the last couple of weeks.  Well, my mom likes her too.  We haven't been to the hospital, though.  I worked on Friday, my normal pet therapy day, and at least 3 people commented on my outfit.  I wear scrubs to work.  When they saw me wearing scrubs, they realized that Brownie would not be visiting.

I also mentioned to my co-workers that I want to be told if any of my co-workers are hospitalized. I had a friend and co-worker who had back surgery and I didn't know.  This friend loves Brownie and probably would have enjoyed a visit.  When I mentioned to the office manager that I'd like to know so that Brownie could visit in the future, she said she would tell me if she heard of anyone else.  Then she said she probably wouldn't want co-workers visiting her if she happened to be hospitalized.  I asked if she wouldn't like Brownie to visit and she said yes, she'd like that.  She just wasn't sure she would want to see me.  Once again, I know my part of the pet therapy team is chauffeur and leash holder.

I've been doing my psych rotation for nursing school at a different hospital.  This other hospital has cards for each of their therapy dogs.  Like baseball cards, with fun facts about the dog on the back and a big glossy photo on the front. I'm so jealous.  I'm even thinking of visiting this hospital with Brownie just to get these nifty cards.  I took one to show the volunteer office at my hospital, although with the lay-offs and hiring freeze spending money on photo cards for the therapy dogs isn't going to happen.