UCLA is planning a People Animal Connection tribute wall so we were asked to select a few photos of each of our dogs. Looking back at pictures of Charley, then Elbee and Gus, opened a floodgate of memories. There were lighter moments like parades, Christmas caroling and photo shoots.
There were more serious moments. The little boy in pediatrics who smiled for the first time in a week. The anxious family members in the surgery waiting room who laughed as Gus did his “dance” for them. The nurse who was helped through a difficult day by a short time out with Elbee.
Then there were the spectacular moments. The sixth graders from Compton who learned about anti-bullying from the dogs. The mourners at a candlelight vigil for the murdered UCLA professor who were comforted by Charley and Gus. The disturbed child in the neuropsych unit who went from smashing her head against the wall to sitting on the floor teaching Elbee how to take a bow.
Although each therapy dog has its own unique style, they all have so much in common. Whether they’re gentle giants like Charley, class clowns like Elbee or cuddlers like Gus, they all come from a loving place. They trigger positive and often unexpected responses, expecting nothing in return. There’s no judgment. Countless times I’ve heard someone in the hospital say, “You’ve made my day,” and I know they weren’t talking about me.
ELBEE She’s got that right. Please, you didn’t think I was going to be quiet for this whole post.
Recently I saw two cartoons that so simply reinforced what I’ve been trying to say.
In 2006 when I first walked into Ronald Reagan UCLA Medical Center with Charley by my side, little did I realize where this journey would lead me or how breath taking it would be. Thanks to Elbee, yes Elbee, and Gus this journey continues. Scrolling through the photos and recalling so many cherished moments, made me realize just how much I am hoping that Stanley will someday be walking next to me, making his own magic.
Each time he greets someone new with a wagging tail, I’m sure we’re on the right path. When he sits in my lap and wants nothing more than affection, I applaud his temperament. Then he barks for attention, steals one of my shirts or jumps up on someone and I wonder if we’ll ever get there.
Seriously, I know what a long process it is, but I really do think he’s been making great strides. Speaking of strides, he is now leash walking not only better than you know who, but also than Gus.
ELBEE I didn’t see that one coming. And was that a pun?
GUS That’s it. I’m hiring a professional dog walker.
