Doc’s loud voice carried down the hall and I was horrified when I heard her tell Carol, one of our co-workers ” Just because your dog turned his nose up at those dog treats, what makes you think that Grover wants your dog’s leftovers?”

“Just one darn minute”, I thought to myself, I don’t care if Carol’s dog licked every treat in the bag, I want them and don’t think Doc should be making that decision for me. When is she going to let me start making my own decisions, for goodness sakes?

When Doc came back to the office, I just gave her the “stink eye.” At first she didn’t notice, but then she looked over and said, “What’s wrong with you?” “I don’t think you should be making decisions without consulting me first, I said, I’m not your little puppy any more, I don’t mind leftovers. Have you forgotten that I eat dirty kleenex out of the trash?”

Doc thought for a moment and responded, “I just don’t like people thinking that just because you are a mutt that you don’t deserve the best of everything.” “Oh,” I responded, “she pushed your class warfare button.”  A look of confusion came across Doc’s face as she processed what I had just said to her. “Oh my, she said, you are right Grover, how did you get to be such a smart therapist?” “I know what makes you tick.” I said.

And with that, she got up from her chair and I trotted behind her as she marched down the hall and apologized to Carol. “Grover will be happy to eat the treats, you were kind enough to bring for him today, he just happens to love leftovers.” Well, I thought to myself, it’s a start, but I think I need to work with her on her apologies.