Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Kind Friends and Awkward Strangers


Renee with a pitiful face as she squeezes under a seatHello Friend!

My goodness! People are so strange sometimes. I have no idea what to expect. Some people like me a lot. Others like me too much and distract me. Still others don't like me or are really weird around me. Consistency, people. Please!

So my mom and I were traveling a few weeks ago. On one of our flights, we met the sweetest lady ever. I don't remember her name, but I do remember how nice she was. She petted me on the plane while I was off harness. She also helped my mom and me find baggage claim after the flight and even took us outside so I could relieve myself. I almost thought my mom knew this lady because she acted so friendly. But it turns out that she was just a dog loving lady. I wish all people were like her.

We met another person on this same flight as well. He was a very kind man with a very cool accent. British, I think it's called. He was sitting between my mom and the kind lady at first. He was so sweet and rubbed my ears when I was off harness! Then, just after taking off, he moved back a row. At first I was really sad, because I liked him. But then I realized that he moved to an empty seat so that I could stretch out more! My mom thanked him as we were exiting the plane. He smiled at me and said, "But I was glad to! I love dogs!" Then he even helped my mom get her bag from above our seat. What a guy!

Renee staring up with big eyes under a booth at a restaurantNot all people are like these wonderful humans. On one of our other flights, the woman sitting next to my mom glared at me a lot. She was obviously disturbed that I was riding on the plane. I wasn't terribly thrilled that she was there either, but at least I kept my opinions to myself.

Renee looking silly at the camera Some people are really awkward when I enter a restaurant or store. They stare at me as if I don't belong. Others stare out of love. I don't really mind the attention, but I do wish they'd be a little more subtle. I'm trying really hard to be as invisible as possible. That's how I'm trained. I mean I'm totally cute and fabulous, so I understand that people are going to react to my stunning looks and charming personality, but let's see if we can tone things down a bit, ok ? Don't feel the need to announce to the whole room that there's a dog. Trust me. I'm unmistakable and unforgettable.

Lovingly Yours,
Renee the Seeing Eye Dog



Monday, March 23, 2015

Everyone Loses


This picture shows Renee laying on a blanket looking concerned.Dear friends,

I have been pleasantly surprised in my first six weeks with Renee how easy it has been to access everywhere we've needed to go. Not once has a waitress, store owner, or well-meaning citizen even questioned whether or not Renee could be in a particular place. By law, any place open to the public is accessible to service dogs. Renee has been in airplanes, cabs, restaurants, churches, schools, and stores with no concerns.

I recently, however, received my first rejection. I will certainly not go into detail about the event in which I am writing to protect the well-intending person who communicated with me. I do, however, find this issue very important and believe it's crucial for others to hear about the situation.

I was planning to attend an event out of town. The event was something that I promised some people that I dearly care about that I would attend. I made this commitment months ago. I recently confirmed with the event coordinator that I would be attending with my Seeing Eye Dog. I am not required to disclose such information but did so as a courtesy.  The coordinator is someone I know fairly well. I assumed that this would not be an issue.

I just received word yesterday that while I am welcome to attend the event, my dog is not allowed to come. Many reasons were listed including dog allergies, potential fears of dogs, and that my dog would distract from the event. In short, my dog would be an inconvenience for the attendees. To support her claims, since the coordinator knows me, she suggested that I have enough vision to attend the event without my dog.

There are so many issues with this situation that it's hard to know where to start. I am going to set aside the fact that this response is actually illegal, since although it's true, I have no intention of taking legal action. Instead, I aim to use this difficult and honestly painful situation as an educational moment.

The issues are sort of divided into two groups: convenience and assumption. Suggesting that my dog's presence at the event would make things difficult for others made me think a bit. Yes, it's possible that attendees might be allergic to Renee. It's also possible that attendees have developed a fear of dogs for one reason or another. Still, the reality of either of these situations simply cannot imply that I should be the one excluded.

Here's why: Someone with an allergy can overcome his or her challenges by avoiding my dog. This situation occurred on a flight from Seattle about two weeks ago when Renee and I were returning home from a law school interview. Another passenger was concerned about being in a tight space for a long flight while she had allergies to dogs. This problem was easily solved by seating us at opposite ends of the plane. The other issue of fear is also one that can be dealt with by staying away or overcoming that fear. I will also say that Renee couldn't hurt a fly if she tried!

The biggest difference between the concerns addressed here and the reality of my situation is that my problem has a fix as well... It just happens to have four legs and a tail. I can't attend an event like this and get around crowds of people without bumping into things, except when I have Renee.

It's also not about convenience. We can't think that way. I realize that it might seem annoying to a select few for me to have my dog, but let's be honest here. Being blind isn't convenient either. Neither is having a dog! None of this is about convenience. Life isn't about convenience. It's about finding ways to allow all people to access life to the fullest together.

Harness sign reads "Ignore me. I am a working guide dog."I'll also add that if an event is done well, which I'm sure this one will be, my dog will not be the main attraction. Yes, people will see her. They might even want to pet her when they can't. But she is well-behaved and calm in every situation. She is trained to be as invisible as possible. There is also a helpful sign on her harness that reads, "Ignore me. I am a working guide dog." I work very hard to pay little attention to Renee when I'm with others. I go about my normal business. This minimizes her presence and allows others to carry on. The worst thing that could happen is that someone learns about diversity by seeing my ability to attend an event like this because of the abilities my dog gives me.

Okay, now let's get to the second issue regarding assumption. If you think I'm passionate about the convenience issue, just you wait. This is a huge moment for everyone. I need to be reminded of this as well. Never ever assume you know what it's like for someone else, especially someone with a disability. Never assume that you know what a deaf person can hear, how far a person with limited mobility can walk, how much a person with a cognitive impairment can learn, or how much a blind person can see.

This goes both ways. You shouldn't assume too much or too little. A lot of people underestimate the abilities of people with labeled impairments, which limits them even more. But as in this situation, many people also overestimate the abilities of others. I think this is most common with people like me who have hidden disabilities, ones that aren't very obvious.

Harness reads "The Seeing Eye, Morristown, New Jersey."The reality is that I do need Renee. I need her when crossing the busy streets to get to the event. I need her to navigate through the crowds of people at the event. I would not have gone through the intense admissions process to train at The Seeing Eye, nor would I have been accepted if I didn't truly need Renee. I need her to help me, and I shouldn't have to prove anything to anyone in order to gain access with her. The advocates who have gone before me already proved everything necessary to pass laws like the Americans with Disabilities Act. Case closed.

The other issue about leaving her at home is more of the philosophy behind our team. We go together! With the exception of loud fireworks or concerts, she goes everywhere with me. The second I start to think about going without her, I take her responsibility away. That's not fair to her, to leave her home just because I'm too concerned about what people might think in a given situation. It's also unfair to me, to feel like I might not be accepted because I have a service dog.

While I will certainly continue to respect this individual, I cannot express in words how heartbroken I am. To think that someone would not invite or accept me just because I have a dog is both ridiculous and painful. I could force the person to allow me to attend this event with Renee, since it is my legal right to attend with her. This is an issue of discrimination. I care too much about our relationship to do that. But I think there's a huge sense of loss here.

There is loss on both sides. I lose out on the chance to attend a really cool event. I also must abandon my commitment to those I promised I'd attend, something that truly kills me. But they lose, too. The people I know at the event miss out on sharing the experience with me, and the other attendees miss the opportunity to have a representation of true diversity.

Renee is pictured with a sad face. I want to encourage everyone to have inclusive minds. Don't reject someone because you're too concerned to deal with issues that might arise. Don't let your fears limit others. Although it was my dog who was directly rejected, I was rejected, too. I have been rejected because of my disability. Really, someone else's inability to follow both legal and moral reasoning makes my disability even stronger in this situation. I'll get over this someday, but the chance to engage with others at this event will be missed forever.

Regretfully Yours,
Sara Conrad

PS: If you have any questions regarding issues raised in these posts, email us at seeinglifetogether@gmail.com





Sunday, March 22, 2015

I Love an Audience!



Hi Friend!

Riding in the car can be awkward!
My mom and I had an adventure a few weeks ago that I really want to tell you about! As you know, my mom’s eyes don’t work very well. I never notice, because she seems perfectly fine to me. But I’ve heard people say that she needs to see a special doctor about her eyes. I understand this pretty well, because I have had my eyes checked out lots of times to be sure they are super. My mom says I’ll even be seeing an animal ophthalmologist once we get settled somewhere. My eyes have to be checked to be sure I can work well.

Anyway, my mom and her mom took me for a really long car ride. We stopped at this yummy smelling place on the way where my mom and her mom ate and talked. I was a good girl, although I really wanted a breadstick. Then we drove a little bit more until we reached a big parking garage. We walked into a huge building with lots of hallways and rooms. We even took an escalator, which I’m pretty good at. My mom says we were at the hospital. I think that’s like the vet for people.

We walked into this tiny waiting area where a lady kindly greeted us from her desk. She had a super excited voice and acted as if she knew I was coming! Gosh, everyone knows me! Everyone loves me! I’m so awesome! Apparently this lady helps my mom’s doctor with his work. The lady wanted to pet me but knew she couldn’t when she saw my harness. I really wanted her to break the rules. She seemed really nice!

We sat in the room for a little bit. Then, a doctor with really curly hair called my mom’s name. We went into another room, but this one was way smaller. I had to be kind of creative on how to sit without bumping into stuff. The curly-haired man kept dimming and brightening the lights and asking my mom to read stuff. She’s really smart. I’m sure she must know all of her ABC’s. But she couldn’t read them all. Actually, she could only read a couple really big letters. I wanted to help, but they didn’t teach me my ABC’s at The Seeing Eye. My mom was really calm. I think she’s done this before.

We went back to the waiting area again. Then, they called my mom’s name again. Back we went into the tiny room. I knew what to do this time, so I sprawled out on the floor and relaxed. This time, there was another man, kind of a tall one, in the room besides the curly-haired one. This tall man seemed to know my mom really well. He asked her some questions about me and how we trained together.

I think my mom thought the tall man was going to dim and brighten the lights to look at her eyes again. But he didn’t. He asked all the other people working at this place to come into the tiny room. The tiny room got even smaller, but I didn’t mind. I love an audience!

The tall man asked my mom all kinds of questions, some of the same ones as before but also some new ones, all about our training. My mom explained to the group how I became a Seeing Eye Dog, what our training looked like, how I help my mom, about her vision, and about her going to law school. The tall man said that my mom was good at speaking, which I agreed. I’m glad he didn’t ask me any questions, because I am not even allowed to bark to reply.

I’m fairly certain the tall man didn’t know much about dogs. He looked like a smart guy, but he asked the silliest question ever. My mom said something about praising me when I’m good, and he asked, “How do you praise her?” My mom wasn’t quite sure what to say, but she talked about scratching my ears and telling me that I’m a good girl. She forgot to say that praise is also when she rubs under my chin. That’s my favorite.

After a long time, the people left the room so the tall man could look at my mom’s eyes. Like I had thought before, he dimmed and brightened the lights. My mom still didn’t do very well at reading the letters, but she still didn’t seem to mind. The tall man said she should come back every year to see him. I’m glad. I enjoyed all of the attention!

I really liked this place. Most of all, I really liked that everyone wanted to know about me and my work. Even dogs need reminding that we are important. I’m not sure what all other dogs do all day, but I can’t imagine not working. I love working! I also love it that my mom gets to tell people about my job. I think she likes me and is proud of what I do. I’m proud of our team and hope we get more chances to share about our adventures.

Before I go, I want to thank everyone who has liked our Facebook page or followed us on Twitter. I really appreciate it! Be sure to invite your friends to be my friends. I want everyone to be my friend!


Lovingly Yours,
Renee the Seeing Eye Dog 

Wednesday, March 18, 2015

Just A Dog

Hi Friend!

So everyone, my mom included, keeps forgetting that I'm just a dog. They think I'm perfect because I have lots of training. Sometimes I get in trouble. Other times people are surprised when I mess up.

I made Sara's dad sad the other day. He has this huge puzzle that he's been working on.  It's really cool, and I've enjoyed snuggling at his feet while he sits at the table each night to work on it. The problem is that once in a while a piece falls on the floor. I kind of sort of chewed up a piece. I didn't mean to make him sad! I thought he was sharing his puzzle with me! I got in trouble and felt bad.

I also get into trouble sometimes when working. When my mom and I were traveling last week in Seattle, some people saw me miss a curb. I'm supposed to stop at steps and curbs to show my mom, but I was too excited by the newness of the whole thing. The people who saw this laughed at me. It's like as if they thought I was perfect and then suddenly showed I wasn't. I felt so embarrassed.

My trainer told my mom many times that I'm just a dog who happens to have some special skills. Yes, I have had lots of time and money invested in me. Yes, I was bred specially for this job. Yes, I passed evaluations with flying colors. But yes, I'm still a dog! I eat things I shouldn't, sniff when I'm supposed to be working, get distracted by pigeons, and mess up my work sometimes. Even smart dogs make mistakes!

I feel so bad when I mess up. I think I feel bad because my mom is counting on me to be the best seeing eye dog I can be. When I mess up, I make it hard for her to get around. But I'm trying really hard. All of this is so confusing for me. I've been in so many different places, none of which quite seems like home at the moment. All I know is I'm glad my mom knows I'm just a dog and that she will always forgive me. After all, I do have the cuteness factor going for me. I'm pretty sure Sara's dad has melted by my cuteness already after chewing up his puzzle piece. He kind of likes me, so that's good. He's my buddy.

Just remember that service dogs are dogs. We won't always be perfect, but we will work super hard. We love to work but love our owners more and will do everything possible to make then proud.

Still wagging,
Renee the Seeing Eye Dog

Tuesday, March 17, 2015

Help Us Find Direction!

Dear Readers,

Renee and I had a wonderful time yesterday at Lakeshore Middle School. We were given the opportunity to educate nearly 200 middle school students about Seeing Eye dogs. I started the presentation by describing my vision and how Renee helps me get around. Then, we demonstrated a few of the things that she can help me do, including finding steps in the classroom and navigating around obstacles. Renee was welcomed by her new pre- teen friends and enjoyed some quality loving while off harness. Renee was fantastic and extremely calm, but this was not a surprise to me. What surprised me the most were the great questions asked by the kids.

Many students asked questions about how Renee knows when to work and when to be a puppy. Others asked questions about where she can go in public, even asking if she goes into the bathroom with me! You gotta love middle schoolers! The thing that interested me the most about this experience was how important education is for people in general about service dogs. While I want to use this blog and our Facebook page to educate others, I know that it is very important to answer specific questions that people have. This is the only way to dismantle misconceptions about blindness and service dogs in general. Renee and I are eager and willing to answer your questions. Please message us on Facebook through the private messages on our Facebook page if you have any questions about service dogs or blindness. This will help us to know how to direct our blog and Facebook posts in the future. Don't forget to invite your friends to like our page. This is a great way to continue educating all about disabilities and the abilities that come from working as a team. We need your help to keep moving forward!

With Gratitude,
Sara

Friday, March 13, 2015

Playtime for Puppy!

Hello Friend!

I noticed that a few of you asked similar questions on our Facebook page about whether or not I get to play like a normal puppy dog. The answer is yes, although I've learned a lot about play in the past few weeks!

As a puppy being raised by a volunteer family, I got to play all the time! I played in the pool, caught frisbees in the yard, and raced around with a cocker spaniel. I also got to play once I returned to The Seeing Eye. All of the dog kennel runs are attached to a large yard for 20 puppies to play together. That said, I was rarely in the action. I was first to go belly-up and preferred to sleep in the sunshine. My trainers would call all the other dogs inside after playtime and would have to come out to get me and wake me up.

Being a working dog is exhausting! I was so sleepy while my new mom and I trained at Seeing Eye. I never played with my kong toy there and hardly played with my stuffed animal toys that my new mom got me. Then I met my new brother and everything changed.

I thought brothers looked like me. I had brothers in my litter. My favorite brother was Rex. He passed as a Seeing Eye dog just like me. I had other siblings graduate as well! Of the 10 of us, six are going to be or are already Seeing Eye dogs. But this isn't what my mom meant when she said I had a brother to meet. No, nothing could prepare me for Coda!

My mom's parents have a Weimaraner named Coda. He's a little younger than me, and my new family says he's still an immature puppy. I think he's pretty cute. But he's also loud, playful, and has endless energy, sort of the opposite of me. Still, I was really excited to meet him. After all, I can tell he and mom are buddies. And a friend of my mom's is a friend of mine! So I met Coda when as came home from training. He's huge! He sniffed me all over and gave me super big kisses. Then, he pounced on me! He wanted to play!

My mom allows me to play, but she stops us when we get too crazy. At first, Coda was the crazy one. He would pounce on me while I was trying to sleep! How rude! But then I realized that he wanted to teach me to play! I'm a good learner, so I watched him. Slowly I learned not only to play with kongs and other toys, but I also learned to start the play by batting Coda with my paw!

The problem is that my version of play will never be as big and crazy as Coda's! He thinks we should run and jump for hours. He also wants to growl a lot (in a tail-wagging friendly way) which my mom objects to immediately. I think play means run around for a minute and then sleep for an hour to recharge.  But I'm so happy my brother taught me to play. It's so nice to have a break once in a while!

I also got to play when my mom and I visited Seattle last week. My mom has a brother, too! His name is Andy and his wife is Kara. They have an awesome house! I got to run up and down their staircase and all around their fenced yard! I think I love Seattle. Andy tried to hold me captive in his room though when my mom was trying to leave for us to go to the airport. He wanted to keep me! I loved playing at his house, but I'm pretty sure I would miss working with and helping my mom. I think we just have to visit more often!




So to answer the question, yes I play! I can even play with other dogs in very controlled settings. My mom said her cousin Nathan has a dog that might be a less intense playmate than Coda sometime. I am so excited to keep learning how this whole play thing works. Thanks for teaching me, Coda!


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Wagging and Playing,
Renee the Seeing Eye Dog