As Fang got into the car, he thought, I wonder where we are going? Fang was a German Shepard. He lived with a small family with one child. She was sixteen and her name was Violet.

        Violet adopted Fang when he was eight weeks old. Now he is one year old. Fang has black markings on his face and a tan and black body. Violet named him Fang because his teeth are incredibly sharp. What Fang didn't know, was that something was about to change his life.

        As Fang stuck his head out the window, his tongue lolled out. Could we be going to the park to play? I hope we aren't going to the vet! Fang thought. Whenever Fang goes to the vet, he freaks out!

        "We are going to a place that I think you will love!" exclaimed Violet. "Don't worry, we'll be there soon. In the meantime, why don't we listen to some music? It will help the time pass quicker."

        As they got out of the car, Fang saw an unfamiliar tall building. He took a deep breath. He could smell many different dogs. I wonder where we are? wondered Fang. I hope it will be fun!

        Violet grabbed Fang's leash and walked into the building. On their way inside, Fang spotted a squirrel. As Fang raced after the squirrel, he began barking very loudly. "Fang, Heal! Violet exclaimed. Fang walked over to Violet with his head down ashamed. He didn't like it when Violet yelled at him. When Violet and Fang walked inside, they saw many different kinds of dogs in the room. They also saw a lady at the very front of the room.

        "Welcome to the therapy dog training facility where we train dogs how to become therapy dogs" called the lady at the front of the room. She had Blond hair with blue eyes. "My name is Connie",she said. "This year, I hope we all get along great!" Connie exclaimed.

        As she said that, all of the dogs started barking. What is a therapy dog? Fang wondered. As Fang started to bark along, Connie started talking again.

        "As you might know, we here at the training facility train dogs to be calm around the sick and elderly," Connie announced. "But we also make sure the dogs are having fun while they are learning how to become a therapy dog." When Connie finished speaking, all of the dogs howled again. While the dogs were howling, Connie passed out sheets of paper saying where the dogs' class was.

        When Connie handed Violet the sheet of paper, Violet read what it said. "Looks like you're going to room 846," Violet told Fang. "Come on! Let's go to you're room!"