I hope this collar doesn’t make me look fat. He has to understand that I am not as young as I used to be. I opted for the black leather one with the spikes to compliment my yoga pants. That look takes me back to the good old days. Not to brag or anything, but the Yorkies called me eye candy for a reason. It’s great to feel young again. I certainly don’t need to dress like I’m old. I don’t know who thought mom jeans were a fashion statement.

I promised him, my person that is, that I would stay off my soapbox. It’s time to let that wound heal. It needs triage if you ask me. But what do I know, I am just a therapy dog.

I know I have been allusive lately, with the pandemic still raging uncontrollably, therapy dogs are in high demand. He even started to subcontract me out to my neighbors to walk with them every day. I do it because I like to help people, besides the money is pretty good, I can make up to $.35 a mile. He only charges me room and board and for my food. Funny, I always see him is with a pocket of Benjamin’s but all I get is change. He keeps referring to them as bitcoins; crypto something, I’m just trying to figure out how to convert them to something I can eat, or better yet, buy a Tesla. Okay, maybe a Tesla is not the best choice for a first car; I heard that a German shepherd, probably Major, was nearly electrocuted when he peed on the tire of one.

Well, I have to go, my next session begins in about 10 minutes. It’s my fifth one today. I would love to fill you in on what he is working on but I’m in the dark. I have been told it’s classified. All I can tell you is I keep hearing him repeating the same equation, 2 + 2 = 4. He must be worried about a math test. All this time, I thought he was smarter than a 5th grader.

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“Hey daddio, I never thought I would live to see you wear a muzzle.”

Ivy, the Wonder Pup. A friend to many, a sidekick to one.