We went for our usual early morning walk and chose a route
we haven’t done in a few weeks. We were walking along and Racer stopped which
usually means there is an obstacle in our path, i.e. overgrown bush or
someone’s lawn tools or anything people leave on a sidewalk. Sometimes he stops
me though and it is just because he thinks it is time for a treat because he is
such a good dog. It is up to me to figure out why he stopped. I reach a hand in front of us but I couldn’t
tell anything was in our way so I said, “Let’s go” and Racer immediately placed
a paw on my foot. It was so super cute. I then reached up high and there was a
leafy twig sticking out about to hit me in the eyes. He is such a good guide
dog. He has improved so much. I don’t know if it is him that has improved or if
I have improved my handling skills or if it is just that we are better in tune
to each other. I love it though and these are definitely the good years right
now so I want to document these great experiences so I don’t forget them.
Monday, November 28, 2016
Monday, June 27, 2016
Let Sleeping Dogs Lie
Racer has a nice bed under my desk at work and another one
at home in the living room. In the corner of my bedroom though we only have a
huge dog pillow for a bed and it started wearing out and got a hole in it so we
went to the pet store to see what we could find. We decided on a fluffy bed and
the price seemed too good to pass up. When we got to the cashier though he told
us it was double the price of what we had expected because it had been put on the
wrong shelf. I had already fallen in love with it and just decided to buy it anyway.
The cashier told us if Racer didn’t like it we could bring it back. We got home
and put it in place and it seemed way too over stuffed and puffy. Racer stepped
onto it and wagged his tail and settled in. Good sign! I walked into the
kitchen and started the microwave. I walked back to the bed and reached down to
pat Racer but he was outside the bed lying down. I placed my hand on the new
bed and said, “Racer, do you like your new bed?” and he stood up and got back
into it. The microwave beeped and I went back to the kitchen to check on the
food. I came back into the bedroom and once again Racer was outside the bed lying
on the carpet. Hmmm, I sighed. My phone rings and my boyfriend says that he
thinks the bed was too expensive and we should take it back and I agreed. Racer
just wasn’t taking to it. Back in the car we go, and we find a bed that is more
the same style of our other beds and it is 15 dollars cheaper so we get home
and try again. Racer steps onto it and wags his tail, lies down and stays
there. I go into my computer room and get online. Racer usually follows me into
the office but he stayed in his bed. Good sign. After about twenty minutes he
walks into the computer room to check on me and I finish typing and we both
walk into the bedroom. I start folding clothes and he looks at his new bed and
runs toward it wagging his tail and jumps on it greeting it as if it is a long
lost friend that he hasn’t seen in ages. YAY! Usually in the middle of the
night Racer gets out of his bed and walks over to where I’m sleeping and rubs
his nose with mine and then runs back to his bed and falls asleep. I think it
is super cute but it wakes me up and sometimes I can’t fall back asleep. The
first night with his new bed, he stays there all night and never wakes me up
with his nose. I do however wake up once during the night because I can hear
him snoring loudly. He usually isn’t a loud snorer but I laugh to myself
because I think he really is taking to his new bed. Success Finally!
Friday, June 24, 2016
Purple Booties
We went to the Utah Arts Festival last night. We put on
Racer’s cute purple disposable booties to protect his paws from the hot
pavement. The temps were in the 90’s. We stayed in the shade the entire time
and listened to music. We bought some food and I put a bowl of water down for
Racer and after he drank from it he proceeded to lie down on the water. He didn’t
exactly lay his face in the bowl but he positioned himself so that his neck was
in the water. When we stood up, I felt his cold dripping neck and said, “What a
good idea Racer.” He had stopped panting. Last year at the Arts Festival I
remember hearing lots of people walk by us and say things like, “what a cute
dog.” This year it was all about the booties. “Look at his cute purple mitts” “Ahh
did you see those paws!” I think about twelve people stopped and asked if they
could pet him and we told them no. We got the chance to educate people about why
it is best not to pet service dogs. Bob said it was just funny to see people
walking by and they would be frowning and then they would suddenly see Racer
and his cute purple booties and a big smile would emerge. A couple of people
asked if they could take his picture. Racer definitely steals the show wherever
we go. He is our little celebrity.
Friday, June 10, 2016
Time Races By
I was thinking back to the first few days home with Racer .
The morning we flew home he knew something was up because I skipped his
breakfast so that he wouldn’t be needing bathroom breaks during the flight. I
shouldn’t say skipped because he did get his breakfast that day only it was a
little later after we were in SLC. Bob had arrived in CA in time to attend the graduation
and we were now flying home all together. We landed in UT and Bob told me to
wait by the baggage claim with Racer while he stepped outside to find out which
shuttle to take. He starts walking away and Racer looks up at me, once he
realized I wasn’t budging, he took matters into his own hands and I think he
was thinking, We need to follow that man because I have no idea where we are
and this girl is blind! He takes off trotting after Bob as if to say, WAIT! Don’t
leave me alone with this chick! I was gripping the harness and calling out to Bob,
“I guess we are following you! “Racer had only known me for 2 weeks and only
known Bob for 36 hours. It only took him that long to realize who knew what was
what. The next morning I was at my office bright and early ready to show Racer
around the area. All the cubicles look alike of course (rat maze), and Racer
took a while to learn exactly where to turn for my cubicle. He kept turning
into the cubicle next to mine instead. Ron, one of my co-workers, in an effort
to help Racer remember my cubicle, drew a picture of a dog and splashed some
coconut oil on the drawing (he said his dog loves coconut oil). He placed the
scented drawing right outside my cubicle right at Racers level. It was a cute
idea! The GDB instructor and I had a good laugh.
Friday, June 3, 2016
Tails and Tractors
Racer and I arrive at our first bus stop and he taps his
nose on the pole to tell me we are there. I praise him and stand facing the
street while he sits beside me. I hear the manager of the store behind us
unlocking the door. The manager often says hello to us in the mornings and I
hear him call out to us. I turn around to wave and he says, “I should tell you
that there is a large tractor parked right in front of you where the bus
usually pulls up.” He walks over to us and walks me around to the side of it
and we decide that I should stand off the curb next to the tractor so that the
bus will see me and stop for us. The manager says I should be safe standing
under the bucket of the tractor. I thank him and he walks back to his store. I
laugh to myself picturing what Racer must have been thinking when he saw the
tractor sitting there and here we were just standing two feet from it just
staring straight ahead and I had no idea. He was probably thinking this should
be interesting…
Sunday, May 8, 2016
Adventures with Racer
Visited the City Creek Mall on Friday night with my niece
and boyfriend. Waiting for the elevator, the doors open and a girl about five
years old exclaims, “Oh, how cute, please come in this elevator, please, please!”
The elevator is going down and we need to go up, so we say Sorry as the doors close.
We continue to wait and then the elevator appears again, this time going up. The
door opens and it is the same family with the pleading little girl, only this
time she is cheering, YAY! We step in laughing as the cute girl makes room for
Racer to sit right beside her. I love encountering polite children and she just
calmly stands near my dog saying sweet little things like, what a good boy,
what a sweet dog!
There is a creek running down the center of this mall, and
we decide to stop and see if Racer notices the large koi fish that are swimming
in the creek. My boyfriend tells me that Racer starts to curiously watch the
fish; his ears perk up and the tail starts wagging. Passersby stop to watch my dog watch the fish.
This morning we went to the park for a walk. Racer decides
he needs to relieve and my boyfriend says he will do the honors. He takes the
leash and steps onto the grass while I hold the harness and stay on the
sidewalk. After a few minutes, I hear my boyfriend’s footsteps and my dog
sidles up to me and leans into the back of my legs. I say hello, and am about
to reach down to buckle the harness on when I hear a guy say, “C’mon, lets go
buddy.” I suddenly realize it isn’t my boyfriend or my dog! The owner gently pulls on his
leash and they walk away. Then my boyfriend walks up. Having seen the whole
thing, he says, “It was a black lab.” At least I had the breed right!” Smiles
ensue.
Saturday, May 7, 2016
It Makes Sense
I am in awe of my experience with blindness. I’m not saying
I wouldn’t jump at the chance to get my vision back, but honestly it is
interesting to me to think about the way I experienced the world when I had sight
verses now when I am blind. Just thinking about the human body and how it
compensates, I remember going to a lecture where the speaker said that the visual
cortex is a very large part of the brain. But when a person goes blind the brain
switches gears and sends more signals to the other parts of the brain which
control the other senses, so they get more nutrients and blood flow and they
grow larger and larger while the visual cortex actually shrinks.
It’s springtime now, and today I was on my early morning
walk around the Avenues. My guide dog leads me and takes the stress out of
navigating through the neighborhood so I am able to daydream and notice what my
other senses are picking up. We set out at 6:30 am, and at that time there are
so many birds singing. It is so loud and beautiful that it makes me imagine
that I am in a rain forest. I even hear a wood pecker nearby. I start to smell
fragrant flowers that are so sweet and the scent is so potent I think I must be
walking through a flower shop. I want to bottle it and use it for perfume. This
particular morning a very unexpected scent hits my nose, and I could tell my
dog was keen to it too. The most sensational aroma of fried chicken permeated this
section of the block. How strange! At this hour of the morning? Really! I don’t
know who was drooling more, me or my dog!
I used to go on many walks when I was sighted, but I don’t
remember experiencing any of the things that caught my interest this morning on
our fabulous walk through the Avenues!
Thursday, February 18, 2016
Street Corner Religion
This originally appeared on the Vision Through Words blog on
Feb 10, 2016.
I was walking from
the bus to my office one cold morning. I was standing at the corner of an
intersection waiting for the light to change and cupping my one free hand over
my nose and mouth to stay warm. A man walked up and said, “Hi doggie, what’s
your name?” I said, “Please don’t talk to him because he is working.” The man
then starts talking to me and says he used to be on oxygen, but then God healed
him. “Oh that’s nice,” I said. My ears perk up and I realize that the light has
changed, and we are so close to getting to my warm office. I give Racer the
hand gesture for forward, and don’t have to say anything; he just starts
leading me across. The man stays put, but I hear him calling after us, “I
prayed, and prayed, and prayed.” His words just hung in the chilly air echoing
on and on. It’s weird but I felt like my dog was in agreement with me that this
guy was a quack. Maybe what he had to share with me was meaningful but his delivery
was lacking. I couldn’t help but wonder why he had decided to share that bit of
information with me. Was he indicating that his illness was similar to my
blindness and he wanted to offer praying as a solution? Would he have shared
this information with just anyone at the corner? I can’t help but feel that it
had something to do with my disability. Multiple times I’ve been approached by
other strangers who try to tell me that there are doctors who can fix my
blindness. They are certain that they have read somewhere about a procedure
that will help me. I assure them that I visit a specialist every year who would
inform me of any cutting edge remedies. I’ve come to terms with my blindness,
but apparently people I sometimes encounter have not. If I were to tell that
man my true feelings about praying to be healed, I would say that it would feel
too arrogant to ask God to heal me. I would rather God spend his energy on more
pressing issues, like granting food to the starving children around the world.
Blindness, I can deal with. Going without food, now that’s a problem.
Tuesday, February 2, 2016
Old Yeller
We stepped onto the elevator at the ski lodge and a young
boy exclaimed, “Your dog looks just like Old Yeller!” My boyfriend says, “How
do you know about Old Yeller?” The boy explains that he read it in school and
saw the movie. We arrived at the 6th floor and the doors opened. I
decided I better download Old Yeller so that I could participate in future literary
discussions with ten year olds. The next day is Sunday and boyfriend stops by
my place and notices I’ve been crying and asks me about it. “Old Yeller,” I said.
He can’t believe I’ve finished it in one afternoon. I remind him it’s only a
three hour audio book. Aren’t Mormon Church services that long? Hey, and it is
a Sunday after all.
“A children's story that can only be
enjoyed by children is not a good children's story in the slightest.”
― C.S. Lewis
― C.S. Lewis
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