It was true what people said. Animals really did lower the blood
 
 pressure. Combat anxiety. Chase away sadness.
 
 Wait.
 
 Animals. Sadness. Lowering blood pressure. Lowering stress. Making
 
 people feel better. Animals. Dogs and cats. Shelter pets.
 
 Excited by her sudden idea, Taylor patted the spot next to her on the
 
 couch. Peppy jumped up and pressed his warm body into Taylor’s side. She
 
 grabbed her beat up old laptop off the banged-up coffee table. Her fingers
 
 flew over the trackpad, opening a brand-new window that didn’t have
 
 anything to do with her so far fruitless job sites. She typed fast, searching
 
 for programming near her that used animals as therapy.
 
 After an hour, Taylor leaned back against the couch. She felt exhausted,
 
 but she’d never been more excited. Her mind raced, but she reeled it back
 
 in, trying to calm down. She knew that she still had to call Adriana and
 
 explain what happened as well as offer an apology for messing up so badly.
 
 When she checked her phone, she figured Adriana would be off. She dialled
 
 her number and waited.
 
 “Hey!” Adriana answered right away. “Oh my god, I heard what
 
 happened. I’m so sorry that you got fired for something that wasn’t even
 
 your fault.”
 
 “Oh my gosh, you shouldn’t be apologizing! It kind of was my fault. I
 
 mean, I can’t really blame the tray dropping on that guy on anything other
 
 than my own clumsiness.”
 
 “Still,” Adriana scoffed. “It was an accident! That guy was just a jerk. I
 
 can’t believe he went to the manager.”
 
 “Actually, I went and got her. I needed a voucher to pay for the guy’s
 
 dry cleaning and I didn’t know who to ask. You’re right though. He didn’t
 
 have to be such a jerk. He made it sound like I dropped that tray on
 
 purpose. And I got charged for the drinks, so I made nothing for the hours I
 
 did work.”