Clementine and her pet parent, Janice Baldwin-Hench, walked into an assisted-living and Alzheimer’s facility in Dover, DE, and as Janice signed in at the desk, a voice nearby asked, ‘”Oh could you bring your dog over here? She’s adorable.” Clementine’s new “career” was about to begin.
This little dog’s future hadn’t always seemed so clear. Her pregnant birth mom had been dropped off at an animal shelter. When Clementine was eight weeks old, she was transferred to Animal House Rescue in Mechanicsburg, PA, and placed in foster care. Her information was posted on Petfinder.
Janice saw the listing and gave her a forever home when the Poodle/Schnauzer mix was just 12 weeks old. She soon enrolled the pup in classes where she received her advanced degrees: Canine Good Citizen and certified therapy dog.
Clementine was now set to become an active therapy dog, and on this first visit, Janice was a bit nervous. She thought she might need some conversation starters, so she had practiced some with her husband. But, as it turned out, Clementine was the only icebreaker needed.
“It was dogs all the time,” Janice says. “I heard about dogs who worked family farms, herders, hunters and ratters who lived in the barns. I heard about a favorite Beagle named Louie.” The residents missed their pets, and Clementine brought back fond memories and encouraged the people to recall them.
Janice says the most poignant moment came in the Alzheimer’s unit where the activity director was leading eleven seniors in song. At Clementine’s entrance, the director said, “Oh look! We have a visitor. Who is this cute dog?”
“I was just saying her name,” Janice says, “when Lois, one of the residents raised her voice. ‘Me first! Put her on my lap! I love dogs!’ I lifted Clementine onto Lois’s lap and watched the two of them settle in together. I began answering the questions that came in rapid fire from the other seniors … and my favorite, ‘Where did she get those big ears?’ I looked back to see that Clementine had turned belly up in Lois’s arms and snuggled there enjoying the tummy rubs. Both of them looked blissful.”
The activities director suggested they sing “Oh My Darling Clementine.”
“We didn’t know all the lyrics,” Janice says, “but we knew the chorus, and the room was filled with singing.”
A dream of having a therapy dog had occurred to Janice in 2011, before she had adopted Clementine. She herself was in the hospital for surgery and was missing her pets. Now, here she was with Clementine and a group of seniors, singing enthusiastically. Janice couldn’t help but feel gratified.
“Was it what I had imagined back in my hospital room? No,” she says candidly. “It was even better.”