Therapy Training

Deciding to be a Therapy Dog and doing so are two different animals, so to speak, and Mr. Wilson is finding out just how different. Ideas are easy; carrying out the ideas that pop into our head, especially after acting like a wild animal at the birthday party not so much. After an exhausting weekend of drills we took Monday off. Tuesday is maintenance day; groomer at 0830 hrs., Dr. Brewer at 1300 hrs., forced march to the beach at 1430 hrs then off to work for 1600 hrs.

Saturday is coming fast, sit/stay and down/stay are done, work continues on the right and left turns off leash, walking past tempting food and greeting strangers. The obstacle course training will begin on Thursday, I have set up my yard with distractions which Mr. Wilson must navigate without hesitation or he will surely fail the tests.

"This is hard, Dad," said a tired Mr. Wilson after an exhausting ten minute drill without a break.

"Anything worthwhile is hard, old pal."

"Do you think I'll pass?"

"It doesn't matter if you do or don't, you found a goal and you did your damnedest, can't expect more than that."

"Thanks Dad."

"It's okay, Mr. Wilson. Lets take a snooze."

There is no better therapy than dozing with your pals close by.