Polly and Al


pomeranian drinking in slow motion

Today, I took Polly out to see Al, so they could meet each other. I walked into his room and he looked at me and looked at her travel carrier and did not say a word. He seemed so quiet. I asked him if he was alright, and he said yes.

I took Polly out of her traveler and held her up to him, and I received a half-grin. I asked him if he wanted to hold her and his answer was no, so I continued to chat about her and how he was doing and his teeth.

He said he did alright and ate ice-cream and pudding yesterday. I saw that he had the dirtiest of nails. This is what I do not like about his shower schedules. Twice a week for someone who constantly digs at their head. I nicely told the nurse about it, and explained how they get so dirty so easily, and she said that he was getting a shower this afternoon, but to myself, I thought, what about the other five days in a week. I smiled and went back to Al’s room, but took mental note to keep tabs on this, because they will not allow him to have finger nail clippers.

Word got around that their was an adorable pup in the house, and soon I received lots of visitors in Al’s room to look at Polly. I was definitely the proud mama, showing off the new baby.

Al watched but said nothing. Maybe his teeth were still bothering him a little, but he definitely was not himself. I asked him if he still enjoyed living there or if he was bored and wanted to come home, and he said he liked it there, so I dropped the topic.

I asked Al if he would like to go to his favorite restaurant this Friday. I told him it was supposed to be fair weather and that I had been there yesterday and had missed him sitting beside me. He said yes and smiled at me.

I worry, you don’t need to tell me. He is my baby brother and I am still and always will be the one who will do what I can to help him smile. So he and I have a luncheon date for this Friday. We chatted for a while longer, and then I told him I needed to get going. He looked t me and asked,

You are not letting that dog stay here are you? I chuckled and said no, and he said good, because I don’t want to fall anymore than I have to.

I told him I loved him and would see him Friday, and left. A few more wanderers stopped to see what was in the traveler. I heard lots of cute remarks and one staff wanted to take her home with him. I don’t know about Al, but I enjoyed placing smiles on the elderly faces, that looked so sad.

40 thoughts on “Polly and Al

  1. Many years ago when my Grandmother was in a home, we took our family dog with us to visit all the time, that dog would wander from room to room visiitng and he became much loved. Animals really do cheer the seniors up!

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  2. Nice visit…that is so good!…Maybe Al’s thinking of the kitty you had and how he had to watch not to fall…Maybe next visit…knowing the puppy is going home…he might make more of a “to do” about her…The residents so love to see young children and pets…They brighten their days…You might have to begin a tradition of taking Polly with you on your visits…I’m so glad things are working out…mkg

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  3. Animals and children always bring smiles and attention to those in nursing homes….Just one thought about Polly and Al and that is he may have wondered if you now had Polly if he was less important to you..but by making the date to go out for lunch on Friday and coming to see him, he will learn that he is just as always…Diane

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  4. We took our most well behaved dog Lacey in to see my aunt when she was in the nursing home, she loved dogs. We were amazed at how much more calmer she was around my aunt, like she knew. She took extra care not to disturb her, animals are indeed very special creatures. I am sure Polly will be welcome any day and be a good therapy dog to those who need a little extra love…I see a ministry blossoming here. 🙂

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  5. Sounds like a successful visit. I’m glad everyone loved Polly. Animals, especially baby animals, can really open the door to people’s hearts. I hope you enjoy the story I e-mailed you a few minutes ago about three not-so-young Yorkies.

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      • Though the dogs in my story were Yorkies, they were very large for their breed–probably about twice the size that they are normally, unless there are different sizes in them as there are with poodles, etc. By the way, that story won first place in a creative non-fiction contest along with a $100.00 prize a few years ago.

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    • I don’t know what is wrong with me anymore, I really don’t. I am either mellow or I am crying or I am stressed. I like Polly but she is a lot of work, that I don’t seem to have a great deal of patience with and I feel bad about this, because she is so adorable. Al is placed and so I have help now, but still I am stressed. I don’t know what is wrong with me?

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