Something to make you smile today.

ahhhh!  I hope my 11 month old standard poodle will eventually be a calming effect.  I won't be holding my breath.  But what a sweet dog.  My sister is a RN at a nursing home that has a dog that lives there.  Those guys love him.

nancy..ya made me tear up..we had a couple rotts that were this way....i remember we had a 9 year old that had just been put in long term foster care because his parents kept testing dirty for meth...he was in a closet crying his littlle eyes out and I couldnt get him to stop..Dillion our big male walked in and started lcking his face and laid his head in his lap..he started petting dillion and after a few minutes he forgot all about crying..

that boy ended up living with us until he was 18 and he *NEVER* cried over his parents again..when he was 15 his parents wild streak with drugs finally subsided...the court gave him a choice to go home or stay and he chose to stay with us and his canine buddys..

I miss those rotts still and they have been gone since '02...you cant replace animals that have this type of effect on folks in stressful situations..they are priceless.

I loved that video !!  I have a Rott service dog , he is very calm like those two when he is working. But is a total other dog when his vest comes off. I would not trade him or his help for anything. Thank-you for showing that, it made my day. Most people are afraid of my dog but I look at it as he is a good will ambassador for his breed. He loves his job and looks forward to working each day.

CCI dogs rock. More of them should be "employed" in all sorts of business sectors. Be better for all kinds of folks. Thanks for sharing.

Nancy:  I'm going to watch the video later.  From the comments I have an idea what it's about.  A couple of times I was in the hospital, and there's a lady who takes her dog to the hospital to visit people there who'd like it.  I invited him to come and see me, and he was wonderful.  His name was Bentley -- just like the car -- and seemed just as grand.  He was lovable and seemed really to love everybody.  I can't remember his breed, but he was unusual.  He was quite large and white.  And while his size might make some people a little apprehensive, his actions made him just like a big kitten.  If I can think of his breed I'll note it in a comment if I can find it soon enough.  (I forget what they call these dogs -- is it therapy dogs, maybe?)

My husband's niece has Rotts; her father (my brother-in-law) is afraid of the dogs, and should be.  They live up to the "guard dog" reputation.  I think it just depends, like sioux says, on how they're raised. 

Oh, Nancy, that totally brought tears to my eyes! What a great clip. My first dog as an adult on my own was a yellow Lab, the biggest sweetheart ever. That is a truly sensitive and intuitive breed; whenever Mr. V and I would have heated discussions about something, our very smart Lab would stand back, assess the situation, and always go sit by whomever was more upset. He had a great way of diffusing tension. Thanks for posting something positive!

Nice post, Nancy.

Dogs are great !

--virgil

Nancy, now I'm going to go crazy looking for the name of that breed of therapy dog that visited me in the hospital.  I've gone through "pages" and pages of pictures of breeds, but I can't find one like Bentley.  I do think he might have been in the terrier family.  I've asked me daughter to see if she remembers; she was with me when Bentley visited.  And by the way, I watched the video; it's great!

Alicen, try looking at a Great Pyrenees or a Kuvasz. Might be what you're looking for.

Absolutely wonder story. I think it's a great idea to bring in loving animals, what a great idea.

bakoblue:  thank you for trying to help me remember that breed.  The only thing I do know for sure is that it wasn't a Great Pyrenees.  My daughter had one one time.  It's a long story that makes me too sad to remember.  Anyway, I'll look up Kuvasz, although that doesn't sound familiar.  My daughter hasn't gotten back to me yet on her thoughts on the matter.  But I AM still going crazy trying to remember.  Do you ever get something in your mind like that?

bakoblue:  All I can say is that it's a good thing I wasn't testifying in court.  I can blame my poor memory on the fact that I was in the hospital both times I saw the dog; therefore my mind may have been muddled with whatever they gave me to not give them any trouble!

Here's what it was:  The dog's name was Bailey, not Bentley.  And it was a terrier, although it's a much smaller terrier than the terrier in my memory.  The terrier in my memory was a rather large dog; this dog was a West Highland Terrier, which obviously is not the "stately" dog in my memory. 

Suffice it to say that he was a good dog, and the dog himself was memorable, if not his name or his breed.  There.  Now I can go nap!

P.S.  In order to get this information I called the hospital itself.  The receptionist was able to help me out.  Wasn't that nice?