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Therapy Dogs In Schools
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Therapy Dogs In Schools
Worry Evaparator
Benefits For Education
Confidence - Boosting
Fundraising
Get A Therapy Dog Now!
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Worry Evaporator
Worry Evaporator
Have you ever been stressed or anxious at school? Your stomach is feeling queasy. You can’t concentrate. Something furry jumps on you. It’s the therapy dog! You feel all your worries melt away as you pet it.
Benefits For Education
Benefits For Education
A therapy dog can be beneficial in many different ways. For example, studies show that classes with therapy dogs do much better than classes without therapy dogs. They have increased attendance, the students embody a much more positive attitude towards learning and the students are much more confident in their abilities, all thanks to the therapy dog!
Confidence - Boosting
Confidence - Boosting
Other studies show that therapy dogs can increase confidence and social activity. “How?” I might hear you ask. “It’s just a dog!” It’s more than just a dog. It was found by experts that students who read to a dog can increase their reading skills and give their confidence a boost. Even increasing their social development! Yet another reason why therapy dogs are such a benefit for classrooms.
Fundraising
Fundraising
Like I mentioned earlier, school can be stressful for both students and teachers alike. Things like a test or planning a lesson can spark a lot of anxiety and stress. Getting a therapy dog will fix all of that. Just a few pats and - BAM! The stress and anxiety is gone. And although some may argue that simply the cost of the dog could cause stress, there are ways to get around that, like organising a fundraiser, getting donations for food and other supplies you may need. Who wouldn’t donate for a therapy dog?
Get A Therapy Dog Now!
Get A Therapy Dog Now!
Therapy dogs give us so many benefits from being in the classroom that there's almost no reason to not get one! They will help us with our stress, they will help us with our anxiety and they will help us with our wellbeing. We need a therapy dog in every class NOW!
This story is based on the end of once, but it's an alternate ending.
Here is the firts chapet of the actual book. https://www.morrisgleitzman.com/once-chapter-1.htm
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My foot gives way beneath me and I grab Zelda’s sleeve as I feel myself falling backwards. Branches scratch my cheeks as we tumble down the slope. At the bottom rocks dig into my body as I lie in the soft grass. Zelda grunts and shoves at me from underneath. I roll to the side so I don’t squash her. I hear voices in the trees and slap my hand over her mouth. She bats it away but I hold tight.
“Zelda,” I whisper, pointing in the direction of the voices.
Eyes wide she glares at me and slaps my hand off her mouth.
“I heard them,” she whisper yells. “Don’t you know anything?”
Leaves crunch and sticks crack underneath as they move towards us. I release my breath, look up and before us stand two children. Older than me. Two boys. Brown socks pulled up past their knees and shoes polished so hard they shine. My eyes move up over their uniform to the rifles hanging from their shoulders right beside the swatiska badge sewn on their left shoulder.
“Well where did you two come from?” says the closest one.
“From up the hill, obviously,” states Zelda.
“Is that so?” he replies “And what are you doing all the way out here? The only thing that passes through here is the train line.”
Zelda rams her lips together and says nothing. My tongue is thick, it feels like it is glued to the top of my mouth. Words stuck in my throat.
“And the trains that run through here are full of dirty jews,” he continues.
I flinch at the words “dirty jews”. It makes me feel sick to the stomach. The other boy walks up to us. He’s eyeing us warily.
“What are your names?” he asks.
I struggle to think up German names for both me and Zelda. I can’t. My mind is blank. The boy smirks at us.
“What's the matter, don’t know your names?”
I glance at Zelda out of the corner of my eye. Please don’t react, I silently beg. Please. Zelda stares the boy in the eye.
“Our names,” She says, “are Felix and Zelda. Don’t you know anything?”
The two boys turn to each other and smirk.
“Looks like we’ll be getting a pay rise,” says one.
“It will be hard to take them back,” says the other. “That girl’s got spunk.”
“We can always threaten them,” says the first one, grinning. “How about shooting their limbs one by one?”
Zelda’s face is as red as a tomato now.
“Zelda,” I whisper to her. “Don’t do anything.”
She glares at me from the corner of her eye.
“We won’t be going with you!” she shouts, clearly angry. “Don’t you know anything?”
The boys just snigger, but then realise that she is serious.
“Be quiet. You will come with us or we will shoot,” He snaps.
I grab onto Zelda’s hand firmly. She pulls away. Sharply. Before I can grab onto her hand again she picks up a rock and chucks it at the boy's head. It connects with a CRACK!!! He falls to the ground, clearly unconscious. The other boy looks nervous for a second, but he quickly stamps away his fear. He pulls up his rifle, preparing to aim. This is the first time that I have ever seen Zelda be scared. I instinctively step in front of her. The boy pulls the trigger and I force my eyes shut. I prepare for pain. But I feel none. I open my eyes and the boy looks thoroughly confused. His face melts into a scowl.
“Shoot,” he whispers loudly. “I forgot to refill.”
He glances at us, then turns and runs.
We are safe. For now.
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