Good boy, Giddy!
While still in the van, I wrestled Giddy into a Halloween costume (yeah, he was pretty psyched) and then entered the classroom. The kids were very excited to see him, and he them. I was proud of him for not jumping on any of the young'uns. He does jump on adults, but seems to know that kids will just topple over and that it's just a bad idea in general. I am hoping to bring the jumping issue under somewhat better control before having him formally tested for the Therapy Dog certification.
The kids were gathered in a semi-circle on the carpet in their classroom. I talked to them (as best as I could while holding a wiggling dog in a wizard costume, anyway) about dog-related safety. "Is it okay to pet a dog while he's sleeping?" I asked. "Yes!" shouted my kid, a kid who has been told approximately one hundred thousand times that she must never, ever, ever bother the dogs while they are eating or sleeping.
I let the kids feed him some treats, and Giddy was definitely down with that. We hung out for twenty minutes or so and then headed out. He was successful in sliming most of the kids (his tongue doesn't quite fit in his mouth), so he felt like his job was done.
During this "pet unit" they've been doing at school, apparently the kids learned that animals are not human. A has been stuck on this idea for the past few days.
The other day we had this exchange:
"Mama, dinosaurs are not human."
"Yep, you're right."
"Giddy is not human."
"Right, he's not."
"Yes, but he farts just like me."