Big Pupi loves his J-O-B:
On Tuesday my mom took me to have my interview with Volunteer Services at Advocate Hospital. I don't know why people make such a big deal out of interviews. They're pretty awesome! I wish I could be interviewed ALL the time, EVERY day. For those of you pups that have never been formally interviewed, it goes like this:
You exit the SuperAwesome Car and get into this wacky moving box thing called an "elevator" in the parking garage. As the box lowers, you get to place your paws and smoosh your face against the glass window that lets you watch the world as you sink down to ground level. People in the elevator coo over you and make your bum wiggle, and then people on the sidewalk speak in high voices and make you even more excited. You walk to the main entrance of the hospital where you feel about 100 pairs of human eyes staring and can hear folks saying "look at the puppy!!". More serious tail wiggles. As your person and you walk down the hallway to get to Volunteer Services, nurses and doctors appear out of thin air and give you pets and belly rubs, chin scritches and kisses on the head. When you FINALLY arrive for the interview, you are 20 minutes late thanks to all of the hoopla and excitement that happened on the way, but the interviewer couldn't care less because she is almost as excited to see you as you are the be there. Then there's a walk around the office, introductions to folks that speak in really high baby voices that make your tail wag at supersonic speeds, a couple of questions aimed at your human (your job is to lick a stuffed toy during this time), and then another 20 minute trip through hallway just to get back to the car.
At first I was a little suspicious about this interview stuff, but I have come to the conclusion that they are AMAZING. The next morning bright and early, I found myself back in the SuperAwesome Car, back in that sweet moving box with the window, and back to prancing proudly through the hospital halls. I wound up in the Security Office with my person requesting that I be Have and Sit Like Good Boy so that I could get my picture taken for this:
Coolness! I'm official! My mom wore a matching one with her photo on it and this one was clipped to my collar. Shortly after my mug shot mom and I were back outside where I saw three of my canine buddies that belong to my therapy class instructors. It was a festival of bum sniffing! We swirled and smelled around each other for a few minutes, then it was time to be Have and Heel Like Good Boy back through the hospital. I tried SO HARD to be good but any time I had to Sit Like Good Boy my uncontrollable wagging tail made me vibrate across the floor until I hit a wall, or better yet... a nurse from whom I could finagle a belly scratch.
We were all lead into a play room and before we knew it 5 human pups were brought in and we got to play with them! Now... the material from our 90 minute visit (it went 30 minutes long because we were having so much fun) is more than enough for a post of its own, so I'm going to save it for next time. My typist doesn't have the digit-power to write it all out right now and I'm late for my afternoon snoozels, so we'll have to keep you in suspense for next time. All I'll say for now is... I was SO GOOD at this therapy stuff. I'm a natural!
We figure that the worst is almost over and by next week the real struggle will begin as my grandhumans will have to figure out how to keep her from overusing the limb. She'll begin physical therapy at home, and it works out perfectly that her folks have a pool and a life preserver for her so she can work on the mobility and strength in that leg with some water therapy. I think I should go visit her... therapy is my thing now! This lucky mohawk can work miracles!
That's all for now, folks. Happy feasting!