Service please
The whole thing was originally my idea.
At least, that's the way I remember it. If you know differently, don't tell me.
Thanks ever so.
I said to Andrew: You should make Rambo into a therapy dog.
Or words to that effect.
For those unfamiliar with the cast of characters, Rambo is the beloved pet of our son. Man's best friend, as it were. And he is a remarkable animal.
If you come across a sweeter dog, you should pour it on a waffle because that's going to be the sugariest thing ever invented.
It is basically impossible to rile or provoke Rambo. He lets kids use him as a bed or a pillow. He gives tail-wags and friendly greetings -- and usually a a cute paw, for holding or shaking -- to all comers.
He's a divine canine. He probably has angel wings. We just can't see them.
When Melanie had surgery to repair her cleft palate in the summer of 2006, the therapy dog who came to the hospital room was the first thing that cheered her.
Rambo could coax a smile onto the downcast mug of a bankrupt hammertoed pessimist facing a five-to-ten stretch in Dannemora.
He can even phone it in. I was still down after Javier's passing when Andrew sent me these photos in a text. One look at Rambo all suited and booted delivered a jolt of pure sudden happiness.
So it's official: Rambo, one-time camp dog, full-time best dog, every day and in every way my adored granddog, is a bona fide service animal.
The genuine article, as it were. Andrew has the paper to prove it.
May Rambo bring joy to all he encounters, and in doing so may he distinguish himself in this endeavor as he has in each and every one of his many noble doggy exploits.
And that is all for now.
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Reader Comments (9)
That is so cool! We have a service dog that is a regular visitor to our nursing home and the residents just love him and so look forward to his visits. Hooray for Rambo - and Andrew - and you for that great idea!
Oh! He is perfect! It's the required walking twice a day that keeps me from getting a dog. I like big dogs like Rambo. None of those little yappy ones for me. Such a great dog. May he have many years of making people smile.
@Mari ... Oh that is so neat. I'm going to tell Andrew to start Rambo out at a nursing home. Andrew could sing a few hymns too. He's got his own talents. xoxo
@Judy ... I hear you about the walking. And a big dog could pull me right off my feet. Javier neither yapped nor needed much in the way of walkies. He was lazy just like me. And I just know Rambo will be a blessing. xoxo
Such wonderful news! Way to go, Rambo and Andrew AND you sweet Jenny. He sure is a beautiful dog; I know he'll continue to make people happy and in love with him.
I guess Judy won't be visiting me here since Hopper Henry is a yapper especially when he goes outside; he has to let the neighborhood know he's king of the hill.
I didn't know Melanie had a cleft palette - so glad she had it fixed. I'm going to send you an email about my nephew.
xoxo
@Sally ... haahahaaa, Hopper Henry sounds like a hoot. Melanie had a cleft palate but not a cleft lip, a condition I never knew existed (by that I mean, one without the other). She was not breathing when she was born and has permanent disabilities. But her little mouth is perfect! And she is an angel on this earth. I look forward to your email. xoxo
Awww!!
Congratulations to Master Rambo! I know he'll be completely worthy of his title!
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Way to go Rambo, and Andrew as I am sure Rambo couldn't have done it alone!
Sweet Rambo joins the ranks of some fabulous dogs. One of my best friends has a Therapy Service Dog, a wonderful Golden named Creede. He visits hospitals and hospices plus "reads" with children at elementary schools. Good for Andrew to provide this community service with his beloved friend, Rambo.
@Barb ... ohhhh I love the name Creede! Goldens sure do live up to their name. xoxo