Chapter 21
Chapter 21
"Therapy dog?" Bai Ju was puzzled, "But the fox..."
Xiao Yao also found it a little funny, shook his head and explained: "The principle is actually the same. The fluffy animals get close to people, accept petting and communication, trust, care and tolerance... All these can be expressed through the performance of small animals. Expressed to soothe people's hearts and give people a sense of peace, comfort and relaxation."
As Xiao Yao said, he tapped the screen a few times, cut out the photo album and showed it to Bai Ju: "Look at these children holding small animals, they are very relaxed."
Bai Ju lowered his eyes to look at Xiao Yao's cell phone. In the square inch circled by the camera, children looked at the camera shyly, with most of their bodies cuddling up to the therapy dog beside them, their eyes seemed to have newborn starlight; and they The dogs on the side are either sitting or lying down, and naturally not all of them are played by little foxes. Golden retrievers, Labradors, and the familiar Samoyeds with white horses are basking in the sun with their eyes squinted, and the light outlines a circle of fluffy Golden yellow, the whole picture exudes a warm and pleasant taste.
Bai Ju, who heard the term in a daze, understood that the "treatment" of the therapy dog was aimed at psychological feelings, not physical diseases.
Flipping a few more pages under his hand, Bai Ju looked at some children's distorted legs and deformed fingers, feeling mixed feelings for a moment, and at the same time understood where the merits of Qiu Ziran came from: "This red fox often Going to... comeo as a therapy dog?"
"I go there quite often." Xiao Yao smiled, took back his phone, and explained, "The red fox himself grew up in the temple, and he was quite compassionate, and the director of this orphanage sent him to the bureau in the first place. He is a monk, so he usually goes to the orphanage when he is free."
"I see." Bai Ju nodded, and asked again after a while, "Does the orphanage also accept ordinary children?"
There are some group photos in Xiao Yao's photo album. There are at least fifty or sixty children in the orphanage. It is impossible for them to be all little monsters.
When Xiao Yao heard this question, he felt a little helpless: "I didn't intend to accept it. This thing was originally a cover... But since it's on, it can't hide it. Occasionally, someone leaves a child at the door, and we don't see it." You have to die."
In particular, there are only two orphanages in Los Angeles. Except for the one under the Demon Management Bureau, the other one is already operating at full capacity and overloaded; So he silently assumed this part of the responsibility, and more or less part of the income in the pockets of the committee and Xiao Yao went into the fund flow of this orphanage.
Bai Ju understood, and found that there was a lot of humanity in the Demon Management Bureau.
Xiao Yao glanced at Bai Ju, saw that he was thoughtful, so he didn't say anything, turned on the computer and replied to a few emails, sorting out and filing the things that happened in the past two days.
After being quiet for a while, the old dog Bai quietly moved behind Xiao Yao; seeing that Xiao Yao had finished his work, the old dog Bai couldn't help poking Xiao Yao's back: "Yao Yao, take me to the welfare office. Let's see if it's okay."
Xiao Yao couldn't help straightening his back, stretched out his hand to push Bai Ju's palm against his back, and nodded: "It's okay to go over and have a look." He knew that this silly dog would not be able to resist going to have a look, okay? In fact, he also wanted to take Baiju there.
The children in the orphanage are quite well-behaved under the education of monks and Taoist priests, and some of them are not bad in understanding, but they can try to practice Taoism; and the few therapy dogs who often go to the orphanage to accompany them are also more spiritual than other dogs , maybe there are good seedlings in it, which can be screened by Baiju.
Half an hour later, Bai Ju sat next to his little guardian and got into Hou Jing's car familiarly.
After more than a month of training, Hou Jing is basically immune to the painting style of the two big guys holding hands in the back row. When driving, he opened the CD that he had prepared a long time ago very calmly and played nostalgic old songs; Ju likes it, and the music itself doesn't overwhelm the ears and brain nerves.
The location of the Demon Control Bureau is in the eastern suburbs of Los Angeles, Fengle Plaza is in the city center, and the orphanage is in a small town in the south of Los Angeles.
The black car passed through many gates, and drove from the open and flat asphalt road to the slightly narrow concrete road. The scenery on the side of the road has also changed from high-rise shops to low houses and farmland. In May, you can still see swallows standing Cutting their tails on the wires, chirping and chirping, it sounds like a lively housewife chatting.
The scene in front of him is more in line with Bai Ju's impression of the world.
Farmland, flowers, birds, fish and insects, warm sun and people. There are also a few yellow, black, or piebald puppies on the side of the road, chasing and fighting each other, showing their small fangs that haven't fully grown, and jumping at other dogs before their hind legs stand still. son.
The sound of shouts and conversations from near and far came from the warm wind, far less lively than in the city, but more like the world than in the city.
Bai Ju closed his eyes and listened for a while, and suddenly felt a little lonely.
So what if this scene is familiar... No child would sneak into the mountains without any scruples, shouting to Inugami, and then beckoning him to play with him with a slingshot and a harpoon cut out of wood.
Bai Ju felt a little stuffy in his chest, emotions that were usually not obvious surged up from the bottom of his heart, and he was caught off guard.
Blinking his eyes, Bai Ju suddenly remembered the role of a therapy dog, subconsciously stretched out his hand to scoop it up, and lifted Xiao Yao, who had dozed off from watching the scenery, and put it on his lap.
Hold it, rub it, and take a couple of breaths.
Treating "people" is useful. The old white dog was so satisfied that he thought he could wag his tail.
Xiao Yao: "..."
What the hell is this old dog doing!
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QvQ short report, the author is a bit tired from staying up all night, go to bed first, and make up the rest tomorrow eh!
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