Time out for Seeing Eye dogs
November 21, 2015 • 13 Comments • Posted in blindness, careers/jobs for people who are blind, Seeing Eye dogs, technology for people who are blind, Uncategorized, visiting schools, writing, Writing for ChildrenRealizing I wouldn’t be able to see when his schoolfriends raised their hands to ask questions, my six-year-old great nephew Ray volunteered to help me call on kids in all three of the first-grade classes we visited at his school yesterday. All of the first-graders at Westmore Elementary had read Hanni and Beth: Safe & Sound before Whitney and I arrived, and that meant they had time to come up with some pretty thoughtful questions. Examples:
- What kind of dog food does your dog eat?
- How can your write a book if you can’t see?
- How do you drive when you’re blind?
- Can you get that thing on her back off of her by yourself?
- What if you’re with your dog and you bump into something?
- When your dog isn’t there with you, how can you see?
- What does the safety pin do? (This after I’d said I put a safety pin on the tag inside anything I wear that is black)
- What happens if your dog gets distracted?
Whitney was as spirited as the students we were visiting, so we answered that last question with actions rather than words. After she flipped to her back (with her harness on) to beg the kids for a belly rub, she popped up to lick a first-grader in the front row. Time for her seven-step obedience ritual:
- “Whitney, sit!” She sat.
- “Whitney, down!” I pointed to the ground, and even though she uttered a huge groan while she did it, she managed to lie down.
- “Whitney, sit!” She popped back up.
- “Whitney, heel!” I held her leash, walked four steps forward while she walked along at my side.
- “Whitney, sit!” She sat.
- “Whitney, rest.” I stood in front of her, put my palm up in front of her nose for a second, walked backwards away from her, and she didn’t make a move.
- “Good girl, Whitney!” That’s what I said when I returned to her side.
When the obedience routine was over, one first-grader exclaimed, “It’s like a time out!” We had a ball at Westmore School, and as I write this post, Whitney is enjoying a real time out: she’s fast asleep under my desk.