Later today my Newfoundland Dog, Luna, will test to be a working therapy dog. We've taken class after class since she was a tiny pup and have been waiting around on her to finally hit the age that they will allow her to test. We have been warned that most dogs do not pass the first test. But the funny part is, she's been a therapy dog since the day I brought her home. She has made my home happier with her silly disposition. She's reminded my daughters that, even when friends at school abandon them, they have an unconditional friend waiting for them to get home. She has learned to pull my father's wheelchair, giving him a little independence when out on the town. Therapy dogs are meant to better the lives of those they come in contact with. They exist to put a little sunshine into the lives of hospital patients, children with disabilities, and nursing home residents. I don't know yet where she will be placed or what she will end up doing, but I know that she will be good at it. She's been putting sunshine into my life since I first saw her.