As I mentioned in a post earlier this week, mom decided to try to show Bashful around the hospital when we went in this week. Sam here. Bashful promised he wouldn’t go on a walk-about, so I lobbied mom to bring him along.
When we first got there, we were greeted by some of the volunteers manning the desk near where we check-in. They were very excited to greet me and made Bashful feel right at home. Bashful got to pal around with us as we visited with loads of staff members, visitors and patients at the hospital. Both of us boys were on our best behavior and received lots of treats and attention (my favorites!).
We were there just over a couple of hours which is definitely on the long side for me but there were just so many uprights who really needed my attention. So I doled out LOTS of therapy for everyone we encountered. Hey, I had to look good and impress my buddy Bashful, didn’t I? And all that work really wore me out.
Whenever I have a busy day at the hospital, I take a nap and rejuvenate as soon as I get home. This outing was much harder on me and I crashed big time as soon as I could. With apologies to Bashful, (sorry little dude, I wasn’t a very good host but I think I heard you snoring a little myself so I’m guessing it took a lot out of you as well). Normally, I nap for a couple of hours and then I’m “as right as rain.” This time, having an even longer nap didn’t seem to make a dent in my depleted energy levels. I wasn’t even interested in going for my evening constitution and I never pass up a walk but just didn’t feel up to more activity. Ok, sure it sprinkled 16 drops and there was lots of thunder and you all know I despise rain, but I was just too exhausted to even go pee in the yard, yet alone go out for our usual 2+ mile walk. All I wanted to do was rest and snooze and even with all the incessant noise that mom made while watching the Olympic Games, it still didn’t make any difference to me to want to go for an evening walk. Bashful concurred so us boys caught up on our beauty sleep.
Are you ever so tired you don’t want to do one of the things that you absolutely live for every day?
Sam here. We had our pet therapy awards program over the weekend and I got to bring a guest. Bashful was my *plus 1* for this shindig and boy he was a hit. Our fur-iend, Wee Britt and her mom Katherine happily posed with Bashful. This year Britt was awarded the Bronze Paw which means she had over 50 visits (you can read about when we received our Bronze Paw here). We were a little shy of the next level (100) but we should easily hit it soon in plenty of time for next year’s bash. Isn’t Wee Britt just as cute as a button?
Also at our award program was our sweet friend Teddy and his mom Mary Anne. They moved out of town so we don’t get to see them as often but it was great getting petted by Mary Anne and her friend Mike, who always lavish me with attention. Teddy is so tiny, I nearly stepped on him, but he he let me know I’m a bit of an oaf was a good sport about it (sorry dude 😇)
Bashful was polite and sweet and then he kind of became a pill once people finished lunch and began to leave. Mom was distracted because she was helping with the clean up after our lunch and didn’t realize Bashful didn’t make it back into her bag. We got half-way home and realized “uh-oh, someone is missing.” ARGH!!!!!
We needed to drive back to the venue like a bat outa hell so we pulled a gigantic U-y in the middle of the street leaving rubber behind and returned to the *scene of the crime* hoping the head honchos were still there and the doors not locked. Mom kept ranting HBO words in the car while we flew down the road. Wayne quietly sat there and I kept thinking how in the heck did that little rascal worm his way out of our paws?
Luckily for my mom, the powers to be were still there and they knew exactly why my mom was there the minute she ran screaming like a banshee into the room. Our sweet friend, Roxanne and her adorable greyhound Little One (her other greyhound, Lily received a posthumous award for over 700 visits even though Lily passed away a few months ago unexpectedly) said she knew exactly why we was there and had Bashful all ready for us. She even gave us another goodie bag of treats for me! Isn’t she the best?
Whew…that was a close one. Little Bashful was reminded to not scare us on the way home and he promised he would be good. I sure hope so…we’re hoping to take him with us to the hospital later this afternoon. Gulp.
Keep your fingers and paws crossed that mom doesn’t misplace him again or let him get into any mischief. Folks warned us about that little scamp being wily and boy were they right!
Hey guess what sports fans? Sam here…someone came to visit me!!! Look who arrived at our Ranch? Our friend, Bashful, straight from Bacon’s magical kingdom. Guess Bashful decided to take Horace Greeley’s advice and “Go West, young man!” Our neighborhood serial killer our mail lady, delivered Bashful Friday afternoon. Boy was I excited to see him and totally loved the fun things he sent along for me [more on those later]. In keeping with good Standard Poodle etiquette, I properly bathed greeted him. I think I heard a gasp and a tiny, little gag but then he warmed right up to me. We’re gonna have so much fun!
Later this afternoon we’ll be taking him on his first big adventure to our pet therapy awards program. I can’t wait to introduce him to all my therapy pals and share some of our adventures with you next week. Hope you have a great weekend!