Where I’m sitting in our sitting room, the sun is so strong
it’s making me sleepy. We have been to our dentist; our dogs were amazing. I felt
so very proud of my Waggatail. I actually relaxed walking back home, feeling
really chilled out. I let her work, didn’t have to give her any commands just
let her walk home. Normally I have to tell her to turn left or right steady at
the step over or whatever, mind you as we left the challenge of the dentist, I did
promise her when we got home, she would be given a treat. My dog will do
anything for her stomach.
Well they do say they match the dogs with the owners…
So, a simple day to our dentist. Hmm. Dog bags just in case,
no, not for us to be sick in with fear from the drill chair, but in case our
dogs decide to shame us… but they didn’t. treats to give them when they got us
there. Positive reinforcement an all. It works. Harness and leaders, different collars
too. Our key phone and card to pay. And on our way.
And I’m not starting a poem Hehehehe
It took seventeen minutes for us to walk there. We did debate
if we should try to take a short cut, and discussed that we should may be do
that one day when we are not up against time. As it happened, we got there in good
time, well, early actually. It’s a snaky route ducking and diving, under trees
and under staircases. one point the building we have to walk around, is really
like a zig zag. There are six different business’s but there not in a tidy line.
Some of the shops stick right out then the path goes in. if I were a bird
looking down at that building, I would say it looks like stairs on their side.
Down a hill passing all the amazing smelling shrubs and the
monkeys in the zoo, over a road and passing the post box where we turn into
where the building is, Waggs puts her head against the door where I need to be blessed
her. Then in the building, we turn up two flights of stairs and through the
door we go. Near every door outside and inside, there is a long window, so
sometimes it’s hard to differentiate between the door and the window, trying to
open or exit a window, isn’t good for my street cred.
Left to the reception and then the waiting game. Waiting until
we are called by the names next please…
So, who’s next the person in front of us, the person in
front of them or the person to our side? Or, us?
I have learned that if I don’t do the stupid thing I have
done all of my life as a blind person, and try to look sighted, and just look ahead,
not moving my eyeballs about, and staring straight a head then people will
speak rather than making eye contact then having that uncomfortable moment
where they tell me that they thought I could see and aren’t I wonderful because
I don’t have horns. Oh, sorry, because I don’t make the blues of my eyes disappear
or wobble my eyes. The muscles in my eyes are the only muscles I have left that
work, haha, but if I’m out I’m now not stupid enough to pretend I can see by
trying to make eye contact, because that really confuses people. They think I can
see, it doesn’t matter if I have a guide dog or not.
And they speak to us differently, almost raising their
voices. Because of course every person who is blind is also deaf didn’t you
know that? We also don’t have the ability to talk or know our own minds and as
for being able to choose if we have sugar in our tea or if we would like a receipt
at the till? Oh, well forget about that. Hahaha.
Anyway, what was nice was she offered to show us to our
seat. As the waiting room was totally packed. And I have embarrassed myself so
many times before by my overly friendly guide dog showing me to a seat.
With someone on.
And me putting my hand out to make sure it was the seat and
not a coffee table, and placing my hand somewhere rather warm and I’m sure not
welcome. Yep, right on a man’s groin. It was bad enough me doing that, if I only
realised what it was and moved fast, but oh no, not Fifi, she had to
investigate what exactly she was touching, it takes a while for the penny to
drop, honestly….
There were loads of people there and the receptionist showed
us a seat. I’m sure we got the last two. Gosh it was packed but it’s half term
around here so all the annoying little people, sorry, little darling children,
were waiting like patient beings for their tiny chops to be examined….
Our dogs were so behaved. And Hub and I were so amused by
how people talk about us and our dogs as if we really can’t hear. It’s like we
are not in the room.
“oh, aren’t they so well trained.””
I presume they were talking about our dogs at that point…
“It’s marverlous how they manage. To trust a dog like that. To
be able to go outside like they do. Gosh look at them, so cute, beautiful.”” I think
they had gone back to talking about the dogs again.
Hahaha.
I said to Hub. If we were to see someone who looked absolutely
shattered, red and about to be overly friendly with the ground, and we started to say
“Remind me if I ever look like that to go on the treadmill!””
or if there was a large person came in and we were to say something like our
Mary thinks she needs to go on a diet, but looking at that, Mary’s, positively anorexic!
We just wouldn’t comment like that, but they feel the need
to do so, now if they were to say those dogs are beautiful, or even clever, it’s
just funny how they continue to talk about how difficult it must be to train
them, how do they train them, must be the most hardest job, as they have such a responsibility
on their shoulders and then go onto say how wonderful we are. Hahaha. Well, let’s
face it, we are pretty dam good. ()()
It is just like we are not there though. But as I went into
the torture chamber and was exempt from the pain machine, I waited for Hub to
see if he needed to suffer. But out we both came, having to sign papers. What we
signed for? Goodness knows.
As we came down the flights of stairs, on the rail was a
hand… thankfully a body was attached to it. And the voice of a child. Well I stood
still waiting for her to walk around me and the Wagging one.
And, she stood waiting for me and the wagging one, to walk
around her.
Then half way down the second flight of stairs, a lady
stopped me to ask if she could stroke my guide dog.
As I’m coming down the stairs.
Even though there is a huge yellow reflector sign asking for
people not to distract.
Well we got home and our painter was still here. It’s getting
dark now and I have just realised that we don’t have a light bulb in that room
long story… not sure how he’s being able to see, but hey, maybe he’s using his
torch on his iPhone haha.
I guess I shall go and be a domestic Goddess in the kitchen.
Hmm. Well, I’ll go in the kitchen.
Later gators.
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