Working Class Dog

I knew something was going on when I got a bath and extra grooming Friday night. My Mom got up really early on Saturday and we drove in the car for quite a while. It turns out we were going to get re-registered for me to work as a Therapy Dog. It's funny that they call it a "test." I like doing everything we had to do!

Here I am, back in the car after my test. I did such a great job and should be working again very soon!

(My hamster brother, Ami, did not have such a good day. He was in a race, one that he has won twice before, but my Mom said he didn't even run!)