tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37536546.post877686545820303274..comments2007-10-14T15:26:29.512-04:00Lymphopohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15554015212661098023noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37536546.post-17654505661755828052007-10-14T15:26:00.000-04:002007-10-14T15:26:00.000-04:00Wonderful. Thank you.<BR/><BR/>When I temped at a rehab hospital in Boston 12 years ago, one of my duties was to walk a Newfoundland and a golden retriever, therapy dogs who belonged to one of the physiatrists. I can't tell you what pleasure it gave me, not just to hang out with dogs as "work," but to walk through the hospital with them on our way to the outdoors. People just loved them so much, and it made them so happy just to be able to touch them and be with them.<BR/><BR/>The other great thing about having a service dog, even one in training, is that by law you are allowed to take him/her everywhere. Shopping. Restaurants. Everywhere. Even to appointments at Our Lady of the Damned.<BR/><BR/>I'm sure Soop'd be much better company in such places than certain others I could name (or pseudonym; starts with P).saraartshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03855976155102788849noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37536546.post-56475799589547831952007-10-14T11:51:00.000-04:002007-10-14T11:51:00.000-04:00It's the sunglasses, I think. Everyone loves a dog in sunglasses.Cassiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00362801327321637420noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37536546.post-37926812089005040352007-10-14T09:57:00.000-04:002007-10-14T09:57:00.000-04:00I love your Superman. I believe it's fate that finds him with you now. He is your boy. Your Superman posts glow with love and beam with pride. So wonderful.KBL 2 ORD 2 SANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14530016194487801049noreply@blogger.com