The Dance of Inter-Dependence.

The dance of inter-dependancy between a guide dog and handler is a really interesting one. It starts off as just a dog and a person. In the first few weeks we learn to trust each other in different ways. The dog learns to trust that it’s needs will be met like food, water and so on and the handler learns that the expectation of being led will be met. Just like in any relationship there are ups and downs of trial and error to learn where each is in the relationship. there are things that frustrate each other and learning curves that each has to endure.

With each of my dogs the learning curves were different just like with each person in a human to human relationship can be. With Shasta it was about the rhythm of our work. She liked to be on the ball and to be the one to lead the way and to do things her way but yet let me get from point A to B. She was the leader and I the follower. She aimed to please. As long as she was amply praised she would do anything asked of her regardless of the cost to her “happiness”.

Shasta had the confidence i lacked in the outside world. I was painfully shy and she was out going and boisterous. I guess you would say that opposites attracted a lot with us both. It’s that opposites that helped us move through the word with such grace and ease. I was able to take on tasks like go to schools and give talks about guide dogs, because of her confidence. She brought people to me and I could grow my relationships from there.

With Zora it was about team work. She relied on me for the direction and I relied on her for the safe travel. Our personalities were identical. She was very soft and gentle and had a sensitive disposition. She could calm the most nervous of people. With her I was the confident one. she needed lifting up and I needed her calm disposition to cope with the grind of hte world.

Kendal was a go getter and loved challenging work situations. She hated routine and loved when things would be mixed up a bit. She helped me rise up out of my comfort zones to broaden my horizons. She gave me the confidence ot try new things and not stay “stuck”. I brought balance to her when she needed the reigning in.

Felice, my sweet Felice was the driving force behind my deisre to bounce back from medical setbacks. She is the one I relied on the most for that zest for life and soul in living. There was humor and laughter at every turn for us. I gave her the vehicle for her to shine her true self. She taught me to live it up a little and relax and just taek each day to the fullest.

Niecy, I”d have to say has been the most like me in temperament. We are like two peas in a pod. We are both sensitive and reactive to our surroundings internally. I rely on her for her read on the world around us and her almost faultless work form. She relies on me for the emotional support and reassurance.

With eadh dog I grew to rely on and depend on them for one thing or another and they on me for one thing or another. Sometimes that balance would be tipped in favor of one or the ther but it all works out in the end. Inter dependence between a service dog and handler can run very deep and the bond difficult to break. We are together 24/7 and we learn our roles with deep commitment to the other.

Class in a Nutshell

Walking with Shasta was starting to feel like a well-choreographed dance that was orchestrated in perfect sync. That’s what it’s supposed to feel like. We began to develop a rhythm that was all our own that had perfect flow. We moved with such ease and speed it was dizzying.

The little things about going out were getting easier. I could walk through a store without worrying about objects or obstacles in my way, I could walk through a restaurant without worrying about every chair in the way and I could attend church.

The part of class where we tackled the Toronto streets and subway was challenging. A lot happening and people everywhere, but Shasta took it head on. She wasn’t stopping for anything. She weaved me in and out of the crowds with such ease and grace. All I had to do was just stay close to her and follow the handle.

The subway was intimidating, to say the least. The dogs are taught to stay close to the back wall of the platform while the trains whiz by us. There was so much commotion I ended up closing my eyes for a good part of it. It was just too much stimulation. Shasta handled it with such confidence.

Getting in and out of the train was a breeze. I know I wouldn’t be able to do this on my own, but with Shasta it’s like a dance. She would just look up at me just before we were going to head out and then lay into the harness and pull me through; I just followed her, stayed close, and hung onto the handle with a firm but calm grip.

We tackled everything from noisy pubs, restaurants, cabs, the subway system and the bus system. I was grateful I didn’t live in a big city. It would have been too much for me to sort everything out. Shasta made it easier to handle and made it possible for me to enjoy the outings we had as a group.

Getting It Straight

I have been told that watching a guide dog team on the street is pretty amazing. Folks see a dog and handler at a street corner waiting for their turn to cross the street. The light turns green and the pair set off and make it to the other side with flawless accuracy for the curb. I am told that it looks like the dog is the one doing all the work. In reality, it’s really a team effort.

Being a handler, it’s really my responsibility to know when it’s safe to cross the street and to know what direction we are to go. In fact, it’s something we have to prove we can do even before we are considered for a dog. The dog’s responsibility is to walk the straight line across the street and then stop at the corner to indicate we have crossed. Sounds simple enough right? In practice, not so much lol.

After I learned to follow the pull with Shasta, I had to then learn how to walk in a straight line with her. Even with some vision this was quite challenging. I had no idea I didn’t really walk in a true straight line until I had to follow Shasta. I would drift out away from her and or too close to her causing her to drift to the left. She did her best to hold the straight line, but I had to learn to catch myself from drifting.

I began to really notice the drifting when we moved away from the school and started training around the downtown area. The trainer kept on prompting me to go straight and asked me to tell the dog “straight”. On the residential sidewalks it was easier because I had the grass on both sides of the sidewalk to highlight the edges of the sidewalk. In the down town area, I didn’t have that. This forced me to rely on Shasta a lot more and she on me. To complicate this even further, there were obstacles in the way. Sometimes Shasta needed to weave me in and out of an area where there were objects on the sidewalk, like chairs or a bike parked along the side walk. I had to learn when to rely on Shasta and just follow along.

Curbs were a whole different ball game. There are no real markers to help me see when I am going in a true straight line, so I need to learn to feel when I am drifting. sometimes the dog can drift too so I had to learn to catch that. So basically, I used the residential areas to learn how to go straight and feel what it’s like to go in a true straight line. Then in the town areas I learned to feel the difference between a drift and a broken straight line when Shasta had to weave with me in and out of something. At the curbs I just put all that together and we learned to walk across a curb like pro’s after a couple of weeks of practice.

In class, at least I wasn’t the only one in the same predicament with the straight line issue. We all were going through it. At the end of each walk the trainer would give each of us pointers, both in private and in a group, so we would know that we were all in the same boat.

Some Firsts

Sometimes getting a guide dog can be very similar to having a baby. In the first 2 weeks, Shasta kept me up most of the night, whining and wanting up on the bed. The first week we learn how to manage and maintain a good consistent feeding/relief schedule and grooming schedule.

After getting Shasta, all the firsts began. We were guided on how to feed our dogs for the first time and relieve them. Feeding was no big deal, but relieving was. We had to wait in line at the relief area and wait our turn. I watched as each dog went before us and noticed some of them were having a hard time. Their being so nervous was starting to show. So this was just as hard on them as it was for us. The trainers were prompting the dogs to encourage them, but they still were not so sure.

The first night, I thought Shasta would just go to sleep being it was such a big, busy day. I was so very wrong, lol. I was having no trouble settling down for the night, but Shasta wanted to be up on the bed. This was a no-no. Not allowed for the first 6 months, at least. This turned into a battle of wills that would last 3 weeks. One thing I learned about Shasta the first night was that when she gets something in her head, she wasn’t gonna let it go.

When it came time to put the harness on for the first time, I was terrified that I was going to hit her on the head with it. I was a little sheepish handling it and bringing it near her face. Thing is once she could get her nose through it, she would use her muzzle to flip it behind her so I could do the belly strap up. I realized that all I had to do was just get it near her face and she would walk into it and flip it on her back.

The first walk with the harness was much more challenging for me. The trainer used a “buddy leash” on Shasta to help with control and to give Shasta confidence with a new handler at the helm. I was really leery about trusting a dog, so I didn’t take to the first walk very well. I was hesitant and shaky. I had no idea what this dog was going to do. Was she just going to dart off and chase a rabbit or was she going to walk beside me in a heel position. I was expecting the heel position so that was awkward when she would walk ahead of me.

The idea was to have the dog walk ahead of me with some tension in the harness, so I would feel a little bit of pull. Through this pull I would be able to tell if she was turning slightly to the left or right, or a lot. It was a coordination thing. I didn’t need to worry about curbs or anything like that this first time. The goal was just to walk with the dog. It was a coordination thing. Shasta was having a little trouble, too. She was used to a handler just following her while she did the leading. I wasn’t as consistent as a trainer might have been, so it took some practice before we got in a short walk. It wasn’t a very good first walk. I was quite a distance from her when in fact I should have been just beside her.

The Big Moment Has Arrived

Sitting in my room doing my best to hear what was going on outside my door. I coudl hear laughter and excitement as other students were meeting their dogs for the first time. To bad I couldn’t understand what they were saying. If I had better hearing I bet I could hear the conversations. I could only imagine what was being said. I wondered what I would say when I would meet my dog. I kept saying her name over and over in my mind to etch it in there real good.

Finally I heard voices just outside my door and a little bit of comotion. then some laghter, then all was quiet. I heard the door open and then I was 3 people come in behind a very energetic yellow lab. Shasta came right on in and headed right for me and started licking me. then it was off to check something else out lol. The trainer handed me the leash and I called Shasta to me. She came and sat down in front of me and did this wiggle scoot up to me. I was elated. She was so pretty and so energetic. I was so focused on her that I lost track of the three folks that came in with her. they chatted and said a few words and then they went back out.

I was alone with this bouncy yellow lab. I didn’t know quite what to do lol. I was beside myself. I said her name and petted her on the head. she wriggled and gave a little whine. she then went to the end of the leash and looked in the direction of the door. she came back to me and tried to jump on me. I told her no gently and guided her back to a sitting positon.

After a bit of time alone with our dogs we were asked to come out and gather in a circle. It was explained that all the dogs knew each other so it would be ok. We sat on the floor next to our dogs for our next lecture. I had a hard time focusing because I was focused on who got what kind of dog. it was better then christmas to be honest. A show and tell of sorts. I was fascinated by the dogs and that we were in the middle of a circle of dogs.

We had a Shasta, Smokey, Sheba, Colnol, Megahn, and Jonzi. Three blac labs and 3 yellow labs. For the next month we’d all get to know each other quite well. even the dogs. It’s funny I have trouble remembering what I had for supper but I can recall each single dog in the first class.

There’s Always a First Time.

I can remember sitting on the plane wondering what I had gotten myself into.  I was on my way to Oakville Ontario to get my first guide dog.  I didn’t know what to expect.  This was the first with nothing to compare it to.  So many questions went through my mind and so many thoughts scrambled into one. Of course the first plane ride was going to be 3 1/2 hours long.  I could hardly contain myself.  I was restless and tried not to fidget.

Once the plane touched down and started to deplane I started to panic wondering how I was going to find the right people to get to the school.   A flight attendant escorted me to the gait where someone from the school was waiting for me. I was relieved that someone was there but I still didn’t know what I was doing.  I worried about every little thing like how I was going to recognize my bag at the luggage claim.  We managed to find all luggage and then piled into the van with 2 other students headed to the same class as I was.

Once at the school we were taken to our rooms which were big and bright.  I took the time to familiarize myself with the room and realized I had after noon sun.  I love the sun and was grateful to see I could have a good chunk of it to myself.   I didn’t get to much time to myself before someone came to get us to give us a tour of the building.  Then it was supper time.  At supper was a hub bub of excited voices and lots of chatter about this being the first time for many of the students.  I was glad to know I wasn’t alone in that department.

After supper we got started.  We did a little trivia about guide dogs and dogs in general.  then we got our fist instructional class on guide dogs.  Then it was our first “juno” walk so the trainers could see how we handled the harness handle and leash.  This is where a trainer holds the body piece of hte harness and the student hangs onto the harness handle and they walk in front of us simulating a guide dog walking with us.  I paid close attnetin to how the handle felt in my hand.  I wondered if this was going to feel the same as when I walked behind a dog.

For the first 2 days we attended lectures and then did some “juno” walks to practice our commands and how to follow the harness handle.  The second day was a pretty big day in some ways.  we got ot meet some of the dogs that would be in class.  we weren’t given any names or any details on the dogs.  We just got to spend some time with them and just play with them.  It was explained that there are 2 dogs per person just in case something didn’t work out with dog number one so what we saw didn’t necessarily mean it was the dog of choice.    I was so excited by this notion of having a dog I didn’t care who it was at this point.

That evening we were given our equipment.  One very stiff leash and one very stiff harness that we had to suffle to soften the leather on them.   I was fascinated by the leash and harness.  This was tangible evidence that this was actually going to happen.  I coudln’t get enough of handling the leash or the harness.  I too in the smell and everything about it.  We were also given a bowl, brush, and a could other goodies for the dogs.

The next day was the big day.  “D” day or known as Dog Day.  We had our lecture in teh morning then we were taking to our hall way to our rooms and sat down.  We were given one by one the name of our dogs, a brief history of them and the names or our puppy walkers.    After lunch would be the time we meet our dogs.