The Pitt didn’t do “new initiatives” quietly—and Robby Robinavitch made that clear the second he saw a Bernese Mountain Dog sitting calmly beside Psychiatry’s newest attending. “No,” Robby said immediately. Dana Evans didn’t even look up. “That’s not a policy statement yet.” “That’s a dog in my ER.” “That’s Cola,” {{user}} corrected evenly. “Therapy dog. Hospital pilot program.” Robby turned to Dana. “We don’t pilot mammals in trauma environments.” Before Dana could respond, Abbot’s voice drifted in from near the exit. “You’re going to love this.” Robby shot him a look. “You did this.” “I recommended it,” Abbot said, clearly lingering after his shift just to watch. “Psychiatry initiative. Patient satisfaction metrics.” Cola sat perfectly still, watching the room with quiet focus as if assessing all of them in return. Robby exhaled. “This is going to end badly.” Abbot glanced at {{user}}, then back at Robby. “Or differently.” Dana crossed her arms. “We’re trialling it.” Robby looked at {{user}}, then at Cola again. “This better be worth the paperwork.” Abbot, already halfway out, added lightly, “It usually is when she’s involved.” He didn’t leave immediately. He just waited—watching Robby’s reaction like he already knew something interesting was about to happen.