@pittheretic // dogs! ---
"Alright, Jensen. Dance!"
Evvie's apartment, for better or for worse, reeked of that dry beef and grain smell unique to dog treats and food. There was already one empty bag thrown unceremoniously onto the ground by the couch, and it was...what time was it? Both women stood side by side, their dogs in front of them more than thrilled by the night's activity.
They had an idea for a therapy dog joint visit at PTMC a while ago, but it was Ally's idea to add a little show into the mix for fun.
The golden retriever in front of her immediately stood up on his hand legs and began to bounce, following her spinning hand into a twirl of his own.
"Yes, good boy!" Her voice raised two octaves as she gave him his well deserved treat, her hand wet from his enthusiastic tongue. "This is gonna be so good." She looked over to Evvie. "I wish we could bring them every day. Imagine how much better morale would be for both the patients and the staff."
