PET THERAPY

Watching my 74 year old mother giving a 4 lb GriffonTerrier her bath.

Stella, was rescued from under a shed on old Baseball Pond road. Clearly, she was in danger, late at night, weighing less than a pound with a cloudy right eye. Thank goodness they had my mom's number.

Out we trekked, me driving down those deserted farm roads, blankets in hand....we gathered her up.

The first few nights with this little bearded lady were rough. She was very determined to make her presence known. Where were her litter mates?

Miss Stella demanded a bed, no puppy box with a clock simulating mommy's heart beat for her.

Dutifully, we searched for get owner, placed ads....how could a such a neat little girl be a throw away?

Stella soon began her career as a pet therapy dog. Mom, has been visiting cancer pediatric wards for years. Who wouldn't love this bearded happiness angel to visit?!

So, Stella is getting her bath....soon she will be in one of her outfits sure to bring a smile to a lonely person stuck in a hospital bed, carrying on a tradition of rescue pups turned lifesaver that my mom started 23+ years ago.

All dogs go to heaven.