Steve and I attended Youngest Daughter's open house this afternoon. I insisted on taking Demi, who was wearing her Social-Therapy "dress," and asked the director if a regular dog presence would be helpful. She assured me yes, so we might get on the calendar before long.
Since we so seldom have reason to be in the chemotherapy infusion suite now we have lots of extra time. I can always read, but I think Demi is a bit bored. She's been working since she was eight weeks old and I first took her to Juvenile Hall. She was so tiny, due to her prematurity, that I brought her in a cat carrier - her crate for a full three months. She was wearing her little yellow training cape, cute as can be!