Red and I communicate telepathically. We both came to the Mansion Tuesday for a memorial service for Ken, Ruth’s “hubby.” Red hates smooth wooden floors so he knows stay up on the stairs with the staff and some residents who can’t make it down the stairs.

I went onto the floor to take photos and I turned around to look for Red, and there he was, happily ensconced in the middle of the staffers – all female – who work at the Mansion.

Red loves these very dedicated people, and they love him. It was a beautiful thing for me to see, he is such a wonderful and trustworthy dog. I think I will never have a therapy dog as wonderful as he is.