My therapist...

I heard about this article from a friend and just had to share. It's about a soldier with PTSD who credits his pound puppy with saving his life during a period of deep depression:

http://www.washingtonpost.com/local/racked-by-ptsd-a-veteran-finds-calm-in-a-pound-pup-named-cheyenne/2011/06/16/AGLiYIeH_story.html

I know what that solider means. My therapist has a wet nose and a wagging tail. She always listens and never talks back. She even makes house calls!