… on a new job with an old man

When a rHoyal visits on the fly

just ponderin'

blazetherapy The Good Works of Royals

Over the weekend, Grampa had a particularly tough morning. His sleeping has been all turned around for quite some time, and he had been up most of the night again. I visited until about noon, and left to head home, promising that I’d be back.

When I was signing out, at the nurses’ station, I remembered that I’d seen a dog in the hall when we first brought Grampa to his room. I asked the nurse on duty if therapy dogs  came often, thinking we might like a visit. And then I remembered why I love smaller hospitals (this one is very small).

“Oh, no,” he said, “We actually allow dogs to come onto the ward.” Then he added, “We love dogs!”

No way.

I went home, and got a few things done.

And then I asked Blaze a question I’d never asked her royal dog-li-ness before.

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