Cinnamon Visits a Nursing Home

Here I am at the nursing home being the center of attention.

I always thought I should be a therapy dog. I love people and they love me. And I especially love people in wheel chairs because they are at my level and like to reach out and pet me.

So Sunday I had quite an adventure and a taste of what it might be like to be a therapy dog. I do get tired of chasing squirrels and would like to do some volunteer work.

We were headed out for a walk on a really sunny day but first my owner wanted to see our friends at a nursing home in Salmon Creek, right near the walk.

I was told to stay in the car, in the shade, and so I settled in for a nap while she visited with George and his wife. I was kind of sad because I really like them, especially when they come to parties at my house.

George was stuck at the nursing home having PT so he could get stronger and go home. So, anyway, my owner was gone for awhile.

All of as sudden my owner came back, unlocked the car door and GOT ME! I WAS GOING TO GO INSIDE AND VISIT! Yay! I trotted right up to the door and went up to the desk. We had to fill out some papers. Then something good happened. THE LADY HAD TREATS IN HER DESK DRAWER AND GAVE ME ONE! Score! This was getting good.

As soon as I went inside, people started petting me and telling me about their dogs. I brought smiles to their faces and that made me feel really good. Therapy Dog Cinnamon.... it has a nice ring to it!

So we went past the nurses station and the staff got all excited and wanted to pet me. This was why it was taking a long time to find my friend George.

Finally we found George and his wife and started visiting. People who were patients asked to pet me. Then my owner and our friends started talking. Yack, yack, yack. I got sleepy waiting and almost fell asleep on my feet! It was pretty quiet there... not a lot going on. I suppose I was the best thing that had happened that day!

We visited and visited and then it was time to leave. I hope George will be home soon because I really like his neighborhood and want to visit him there. I think he'd be happier there too. Maybe we could have coffee at Mon Ami?

So we took off and went for the walk. I actually liked my visit to the nursing home. I might do that again!

Love, Cinnamon