We went to Glengowrie today. We didn’t have to go up in the lift, but we were downstairs…in the lock up, mental health, wards.
Rassilon seems to do well in these places (Ward 5 in RGH and Bedford Industries), and he went and met people and they had a good time patting him and talking. This is one of those times when the dog handler may not be good with therapy work, when you talk to someone and they just repeat the same thing over and over. Rassilon doesn’t understand them, so he doesn’t care, but some people may have trouble dealing with it.
The closest we came to a problem was when Rassilon was reminded of his ceiling fan phobia. We went to talk to a gentleman and there was a mobile hanging from the ceiling.
I recognised his signs, ears forward and eyes looking up at the mobile. But I started talking to Rassilon, and I was patting him and the resident was patting him, so we managed to control his panic. After a couple of minutes he was fine, and when we moved away, he forgot about it.
We finished off in the lock up wards, but the timing was not good. We are supposed to go from 10.30am until 12.00pm, but the residents go to lunch at 11.30am and I can’t take a dog into the dining room, and some of the residents had “Do Not Disturb” signs on their doors.
But we got to see quite a few residents, and most of the staff we met wanted to pat Rassilon, and we found out about the new nursing home that wants Rassilon to visit. It is nice and close, so I will have my 2 visits a week and I will only have to go as far as Woodcroft.
The trouble with the early visits is that I don’t have time for breakfast, so when I came home I dropped off Rassilon and went to the working mans club. I can get a proper meal with salad, bread and butter and a pint of beer, for less than it would cost to go to Hungry Jacks for lunch, and HJs don’t sell beer.
So today turned out to be a good day. A therapy visit, Rassilon dealing with his fear, a cooked dinner and a glass of beer. That has to be a good day in anyone’s books.
A man went to the doctor feeling sick.
So the doctor ran some tests and said “I will contact you with the results“.
A few days thater the man got a phone call from the doctor.
“I have good news for you” said the doctor.
“Great, what is it” The man asked excitedly.
“They are going to name a disease after you”.