Jack's spent most of his time here in Darrow just sort of settling, as is to be expected, I think, when everything you've ever worked for is ripped away in the blink of an eye. I've basically been considering it something of a mourning period and I know Macha and Shannon have been helping him a lot. They might not be therapy dogs specifically, but it's good to have someone relying on him, I'd imagine. And the unconditional love of a dog is amazing.

Still, knowing all that, I'm not expecting what Jack says at all.

"Oh my goodness, that's amazing!" I'm suddenly wide awake, grinning from ear to ear as I squeeze his hand tight. "Do you know when you might here something? Jack, you are so qualified for that. Did you tell them about all the work you did with the peewee hockey leagues?"