Chuck narrowly escaped receiving a "therapy dog" for a Christmas gift this year. He's been down lately, and I could not help but think that a small, calm dog would do just the trick ... help ease his anxiety, etc. Then I realized it was CHUCK who was anxious ... not me ... and that bringing in a dog to calm him down would be like making me play computer games to calm me down (BIG MISTAKE!) My temporary lapse in judgement was confirmed when a therapy dog actually came to Baylor Specialty for a visit. I was in HEAVEN, Chuck was in HELL. Actually, he smiled a lot when the dog was in the room ... but it was just because I was so elated. Whew ... that was a close one!