Making the World Better, One Therapy Animal Visit at a Time

April 30th is National Therapy Animal Day. In our house, every day is Therapy Animal Day.

ELBEE As well it should be.

Even though I’ve been fortunate enough to work with the dogs for so long, a very personal note from Pet Partners, our organization for certification, really brought it home to me. It was a thank you for a donation I’d made recently after Gus and Henry did their evaluations.

The woman wrote about my being dedicated to the human-animal bond for seventeen years. She also mentioned Charley, Elbee, Gus, Stanley and Henry by name. I was overwhelmed with memories.

Baby Gus with Elbee & Charley
Senior Gus with Henry & Stanley

 

 

 

 

 

I will never forget the schizophrenic little girl, who, after a very difficult episode, hugged Charley and told him she loved him. Then there was the man who came out of a months long coma to say that the only thing he remembered was the presence of the dogs on his bed. I can still picture the very young, very sick boy petting Gus and saying in the sweetest voice, “This is the greatest day ever.”

Last week at Tarzana Hospital, Stanley had two interactions that were so quietly meaningful. A woman in severe pain had requested a dog visit. Stanley leaned very gently against her as we chatted. All of a sudden, with a surprised look on her face, she said, “This is the first time in three days that I haven’t been in pain.”

We walked into another room where an elderly woman, sitting in a chair, took one look at Stanley and said, “What a beautiful dog.” She told me that she was a total dog lover but because of her age and health issues hadn’t been able to have one of her own for years.

Then, with tears in her eyes, she shared that Stanley was the first dog she’d petted since COVID! She added how upset she’d been that her hospital stay had been extended but thought maybe it was so she could be there to meet Stanley.

Happy therapy animal day to the Doods and all of their canine “colleagues.” I am grateful for the joy and privilege of seeing you work your magic as you share your unconditional love.

The late wonderful Charley & Tovah
Gus, Tommy & Finley

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Fabulous Friday

On Friday, the day after Gus visited the Motion Picture Television Fund, he did his regular rounds at Tarzana Hospital.

STANLEY I don’t usually butt in but is she forgetting me? I worked wonders at UCLA.

ELBEE I feel his pain.

 

 

As soon as the security guards greeted him at the entrance, Gus was ready to go.  There were fewer kids in isolation on pediatrics so  he was able to do several individual room visits. The smiles and giggles were a pure gift.

Then we went floor to floor offering stress relief for the appreciative staff, many of whom we’ve known for years. I’ll never get tired of hearing, “This made my day.”

It was after we left the hospital that the fun began. Our first stop was Starbucks. Someone was genius enough to open one in the lobby of the medical building next to the hospital. How convenient that I can walk through there to reach my car.

At first I was hesitant to bring the dogs in, but seeing all of our hospital ID, they couldn’t have been nicer. Now they know Stanley and Gus by name. By the way, their mocha Frappuccino is the perfect pick me up after a busy morning of visits.

ELBEE I used to love their Puppuccinos.

While I was waiting for my order, a woman, seeing Gus, came over to say she’d  met me and my dogs before. A few year earlier, she’d been a patient at Tarzana and I’d brought one or two in to see her. She was so sincere and appreciative as she shared how much it meant to her, we were both almost in tears.

Our last stop of the morning was at a pharmacy in a medical building on the other side of the parking lot. The two incredible women who run it are always happy to see the dogs.

As we were leaving, two men in scrubs, whom I later found out were doctors in the building, came running over to see Gus. They were huge dog lovers. One even had a tattoo on his arm of a beloved Schnauzer that had passed away. They were also very entertaining!

One of them sat down on a bench so that he could hold Gus in his lap. Then, not sure if it was his idea or mine, he ended up in Gus’s hat and Harry Potter glasses, a great compliment to Gus in his pink shades. It was the perfect ending to a fabulous morning.

 

Gus Goes to “Doggywood”

I love a good coincidence. I was walking Stanley in the neighborhood when a young man stopped me and asked, “Were you in the movie I Love You Man?” Pleasantly surprised because it’s been a few years, I replied, “Yes I was.” He laughed and said, “I told my parents that was you.”

ELBEE It’s been more than a few years. And “pleasantly surprised?” She was ecstatic!

What are the chances that the next day Gus and I would be at the Wasserman campus of the Motion Picture and Television Fund in Woodland Hills. It offers living accommodations plus services for health and happiness to working and retired members of the entertainment community. I suddenly realized that my ten second cameo might make me eligible.

ELBEE Is she serious?

Gus was there to help out. The physical therapy department of the center will be closing so the staff morale is low. They thought a therapy dog would be just the right medicine to cheer everyone up. They were correct.

As Gus walked down the hall with large photos of stars like Robert Redford and Paul Newman on the walls, he seemed to be in his element. There were smiles and comments like “fluff ball”  and “absolutely adorable.” Gus, who can never get too much attention, was at the top of his game.

ELBEE I’m so proud of my little protégée.

At first we stood around and made light conversation. Then, as Gus sprawled out for a belly rub, we all ended up sitting around him on the floor. It’s funny how a dog can “direct” you without even trying.

ELBEE She’s desperately trying to use movie references.

Problems disappeared, at least for awhile. We laughed and shared stories. There was a lot of curiosity as to how how the dogs train and test for work. Everyone was so relaxed that when it was time for photos we somehow ended up lying on the floor. Not really sure how that happened but of course Gus was behind it.

As we were leaving, and I was thinking about my status in the entertainment world, they showed us one more special feature. They had a private dog park for the residents. And not just any dog park. It had a big sign, modeled after the Hollywood sign, that read “Doggywood.” I couldn’t take Gus’s picture fast enough!

                             Does Gus have a diva fan?

 

It’s a Wacky World

All you have to do is look at the weather and the news to see how wacky the world has become. Some of my friends and I actually take “news breaks” to save our sanity.

I always try to write from a positive place but lately there’s been a lot of crazy going on. For instance, last Sunday, as he often does, my husband Doug stopped at a small local deli to pick up sandwiches. He was inside with several others, when a man outside became very menacing, ranting, raving and threatening people. Three men held the door closed as he tried to break in. The police had to be called to take him away.

Walking in the neighborhood with the Doods, I’ve noticed that lots of houses now have “beware of dog” signs, alarms and cameras. I totally get it, but there’s one that kind of bugs me. As you go by, you hear an unfriendly woman’s voice saying, “Hi, you are currently being recorded.” I never know whether to wave, dance or make an unfriendly gesture.

ELBEE She’s also afraid to go for a walk without hair and makeup in case she’s on camera.

This week, I was passing by a house with the annoying recording, when I noticed a sign on the gate that disturbed me even more. It read, “Forget the dog. Beware of the humans.” I might have thought they were trying to be funny if there wasn’t a drawing of the barrel of a gun pointed right at me.

On a lighter note, I saw a wacky blast from the past. A friend and I were sitting by the window of a coffee shop on busy Ventura Boulevard in Encino when we saw a bright pink Corvette drive by. It was the exact kind of car that Angelyne, a buxom blonde who was famous for being famous, drove in the eighties. She had billboards all over Los Angeles. An Angelyne sighting was an event.

ELBEE I think someone was jealous.

Walking to my car a short time later, I saw the Corvette pulled over to the curb. Curious, I peeked in and couldn’t believe that it was actually Angelyne! I googled her and found out that she is my fellow senior peep. Is it too late for me?

ELBEE Oy!

And while I’m on the subject of pink, I want to end on a positive, possibly wacky note. A house around the corner has a huge statue of a flamingo at the base of the driveway. What are the chances that a therapist we work with at UCLA would recently have given the dogs a flamingo headband for their accessory collection?

I couldn’t wait to take a photo. The only problem was that I don’t know these particular neighbors and I might have been trespassing.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

ELBEE I hope they have cameras.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Love Knots

When I was leaving UCLA with Gus on Wednesday, Jen, the director of the People Animal Connection, asked me how the morning went. Without hesitation,   I answered “great.”

Considering that we had spent our time in Resnick neuropsych with several groups of patients, some severely disturbed, you might not think that would be the first adjective to jump to mind, but it truly was. The overall mood had lifted as soon as Gus bounced in.

I’m not saying that every interaction was perfect. A few patients sat a little distance away and didn’t initially engage. Still, I’d see them watching and sometimes they’d move closer to our circle on the floor.

Relaxing as they petted Gus, the patients shared stories about their own dogs. There was easy conversation as they rubbed his head. There were lots of smiles and a bit of applause as Gus did a few simple tricks. When I brought out his accessories, the smiles turned to laughter.

When it was time to leave each unit there were gentle good-bye hugs for Gus. More than one patient tried to convince me to leave him there. They promised to take care of him if I’d let him stay.

ELBEE No one asked her to stay.

A big part of successful visits is that the dogs love attention and know how to get it. It’s no secret that I’ve turned them all into total divas.

It begins at the groomer. They have to be bathed more frequently to go into the hospital and have come to regard the groomer as their home away from home. They run in the front door as if it’s a day spa.

Jen, the groomer to my pack of divas, has an assistant who adds that extra special note of affection they crave. It’s her adorable four year old daughter Anne. She has been around the Doods for as long as I can remember and has always been comfortable with them. Now she helps take care of them and keeps them company when they’re waiting to be picked up.

 

 

 

 

 

On the actual subject of grooming, last time I was there I asked Jen why Gus and Stanley seemed to have excessive matting, particularly on their necks and behind their ears even though I brush them constantly.

Her answer surprised me and touched my heart. Without hesitation she told me that it was from so many people in the hospital rubbing their heads, cuddling and hugging them. Then she smiled and said, “We call them love knots.”

Top knots or love knots?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Happy Birthday Little Giant

In 2014, Jack Barron, my mentor in all things dog therapy, called to ask if we had room for another dog. A family needed to rehome a Teddy Bear Doodle who was adorable and sweet-natured. There was no shortage of people who wanted him, but Jack felt that Cedric, his name at the time, was meant to be a therapy dog, like Charley and Elbee.

We met him, fell in love, changed his name to Gus and introduced him to the pack. The rest is history. The woman who was giving him up said, “I just want you to give him a good life.” Gus has had a great life so far.

Elbee, Riley, Charley & puppy Gus

ELBEE Even though Charley’s Uncle Riley was a slacker, I was very fond of him.

He’s turned nine last and has surpassed my expectations. He charms everyone with his positive energy, wagging tail and smiling face. He has affectionately been called “cloud,”and “cotton ball,” and even “angel.”

Looking back at his accomplishments fills my heart. Not only did he pass his Pet Partners test at a year and a half and begin going into the hospital, but he worked so many special events with his “brothers.”

For instance, he and Charley met with an anti-bullying group from Compton to teach a class of sixth graders about kindness. At a candlelight vigil for a UCLA professor who was murdered, they comforted countless mourners.

On a lighter note, Gus was part of the interactive exhibit, “Dogs! a Science Tail,” at the California Science Center. Gus and Elbee had the honor of being at the party for the tenth anniversary of Ronald Reagan UCLA Medical Center. Charley was at the opening ten years earlier!

He has had the chance to meet Laker girls, former Lakers and a few Dodgers including Clayton Kershaw and Dodger manager, Dave Roberts.

Gus & the Laker Girls
Dave Roberts, Gus, Tommy & Finley 

 

 

ELBEE Guess who used Gus so she could meet Dave Roberts!

 

Above all, and I think that anyone with a therapy animal will tell you this, it’s the quiet one on one moments with Gus that have been the most profound. I can still picture the young woman hugging him and crying as she assured me they were “happy tears.” I can hear the teen in Resnick, who had cuts all over her arms, telling me that Gus was the first thing in a long time that she wanted to live for.

I could sense a real sadness in Gus as he gradually lost his first pack. It was fortunate that by the time Elbee left us, Stanley had arrived. Henry was a bonus and Gus bonded with him instantly.

Summer 2018
Gus & Stanley
Summer 2021
Gus & Henry

ELBEE Gus was so confused when they kept growing

 

 

I’m so very grateful for this copacetic pack and for Gus’s original pack. Above all, I am grateful for the wonder that this huge hearted precious dog has shown me over the past nine years. Happy birthday little giant!

 

 

 

 

March Madness Goes On

March has always been an emotional cocktail for me.

ELBEE Personally, I prefer a margarita.

             Mom & Dad

On an early March morning of my senior year in high school, my dad, a larger than life personality, lost his fight against brain cancer.

Six years ago this month, Charley, a gentle giant and my first therapy dog, suddenly left us. He worked an event with              student athletes at UCLA, charming the crowd and posing for photos. After a restless night, he walked outside, lay down under some purple flowering bushes and was gone in twenty minutes.

ELBEE This is getting really depressing.

March third was my late wonderful brother Stan’s birthday. Although he’s been gone for over twenty years, I still light a birthday candle for him. On the bright side, Gus is turning nine next week. I’m looking forward to celebrating his therapy dog journey.

ELBEE Hello? Is she forgetting that I have a March birthday?

When Gus was re-homed with us, the woman who gave him up told me very sincerely, “I want you to give him a good life.” So far, he’s had a great life. Every time he walks into the hospital, tail wagging, he lights up the room.

Gus worked with Charley on Charley’s last night. He’s also worked with Elbee and Stanley. With luck, he’ll be showing Henry the ropes.

           Gus & Stanley on call

This time of the year, I often head into the mountains for hope and healing. It’s been difficult with the rain, but that makes me appreciate it even more. The views are spectacular between storms and the wildflowers are bursting into bloom.

I always seem to find random notes of positivity too. Although that is technically graffiti, behind Henry, at least it’s a good message.

Speaking of graffiti, there’s a helipad on dirt Mulholland that’s covered with graffiti, some of it x-rated. The messages come and go but there’s one that has remained. Someone painted it after Kobe’s untimely death.

There’s another sort of March Madness going on right now… the NCAA basketball tournament. I wonder if they were having issues when they came up with that name.

ELBEE I think they were talking about crazy fans like her.

I am so glad to be ending this post on a happy note. After a nerve-racking game last night, the UCLA Bruins are going to the sweet sixteen!

            Charley’s last night

 

 

 

Do You Get Paid for This?

Occasionally, when I’m at the hospital with one of the dogs, someone will ask, “Do you get paid for this?” Anyone who has worked with a therapy animal will tell you that there’s not enough money to equal the rewards it brings.

There are sudden smiles, expressions of happy surprise. There are hearty thank you’s and very quiet ones. There is the joy of watching the dogs take away someone’s physical or emotional pain, even if only for awhile.

Every patient visit can become a special encounter. Last week at Tarzana Hospital, Stanley and I were asked to see a twelve year old boy on pediatrics. As soon as he laid eyes on Stanley, he got so excited and said, “I thought this only happened on television.”

He had a look of wonder on his face the whole time we were there. He applauded Stanley’s tricks and laughed at his accessories as his delighted parents took photos. At first he was content to have Stanley next to his bed but then decided that he’d really like him up on the bed with him. As he petted and cuddled with Stanley, he reminded his parents how much he wanted a dog and how good he was with them.

The boy was so joyful. He really made the visit fun. That’s why it caught me off guard when his parents shared that he was having surgery in a few hours. I was so grateful that Stanley had been there to lighten the load.

When I was at UCLA, one of the therapists told me that a patient who had been discharged had left something for Gus. It was the same special needs young woman who, when she was in the neuropsych unit a few weeks earlier, had wrapped her arms around Gus and then carried his trading card everywhere with her.

She had written a letter to him. The printing was very difficult to decipher but certain words stood out. I could read, Gus” and “love” and “don’t forget.” She had told the therapist that she wanted to be sure that Gus would always remember her. She had also made him a tiny beaded ring that had the words “Gus” and “love.”

 

 

Music in the Mountains

There is so much music in the mountains. Some of it comes from me. I often sing to distract myself while I make my way up steep trails.

ELBEE That is not music. She’s tone deaf.

Actually, for me, the sounds of nature truly do create virtual music. Some mornings there are so many birds chirping, it’s like a choir. There are even some wild parrots in one of the canyons who lend their voices. Not to mention the ravens cawing overhead. I’ve always thought the loudest one was Elbee’s spirit animal talking to me.

ELBEE Then why doesn’t she listen?

Sometimes the birds soar so low that you can hear their wings flapping. I’ve shared that one time a hawk flew so low, it’s talons brushed my hair.

ELBEE Personally, I think it was looking for nesting material and got confused. Honest mistake.

The wind adds it’s own notes. You have to listen for the gentle breezes, but on a truly windy day it can be deafening. Since all of the rain, there is also the sound of water rippling in a creek bed that has been dry for years.

Recently, there was literal music in the mountains. I was heading up to one of my regular trails when I heard someone playing the guitar. It was Montana, a singer/ songwriter whom I haven’t seen since before Covid. He loves the dogs and was excited to meet Henry.

Not Henry's kind of musicWhat are the chances that as I got closer to the top, I heard a keyboard. A young man was playing on an overlook, enjoying the view and hoping to meet other musicians. I pointed him toward Montana.

This week there have been two special notes. They are silent but add to the harmony. The first is the view of the snow covered mountains in the distance. Like the water flowing in the creek, it’s a rarity but an absolute gift. I’m only sorry for the residents who have to deal with the storms. I remember the blizzards in Syracuse.

The second was on March third, my late brother Stan’s birthday. Although he’s been gone over 25 years, his spirit resonates in me. Walking in the mountains that day, I heard some music that no one else could hear. It was the sound of Stan’s laughter.

              A candle for Stan

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Break in the Clouds

This week I was planning to write a sweet, positive post but then everything went sideways again.

ELBEE Apparently she didn’t get the memo about a historic storm on the way.

It started raining Thursday night. The dogs had been walked and we were all snug at home so it was pretty cozy. It kept raining on Friday. Then the wind picked up and it looked like a hurricane. Tree branches were coming down everywhere.

Friday night at around 11:00 the power went out not to return again until Saturday at midnight. Oh, and in the midst of it all, I came down with a cold, first one in years. Good news is that it wasn’t Covid.

ELBEE She should have called this post “Whining.”

The dogs were the best therapy. They followed us from room to room. They curled up at our feet. At one point Stanley lay down next to me on the bed and gently rested his head on my chest.

There were only two problems with the dogs. The first was that they got soaked every time we took them out. We went through so many towels and had no way to dry them. My friend Mary, realizing the towel issue, even offered to drop off some extras.

The second issue was that, being part Poodle, the Doods barely shed but they do get knots in their hair if you don’t brush them out. I was their personal hair and makeup person.

ELBEE There was no makeup involved although it wouldn’t have hurt.

During breaks in the rain it was so clean and beautiful outside, it seemed the perfect time to take photos of the dogs.

ELBEE Told you she should have done makeup.

It’s also been very cold while all of this weather has been happening. I’ve been taking out warm clothes that I rarely get to wear. The only problem is that I still have the cast and bandage on my broken finger so it’s hard to fit into a lot of sleeves.

ELBEE Oy!

On the bright side, it led me to the back of my closet to find a very warm, very fabulous coat with  wide sleeves. It was from my eighties glory days.

ELBEE There is a fine line between fabulous and frightening.

 

Yes! It’s feathers & gold tinsel!