Racing Around Badger Land

My new Wisconsin scarf!
Mom says I can wear it to basketball games!

Hello Friends! 

Sorry for not blogging lately. I've been way too busy catching up on sleep from my adventures! Being a Seeing Eye dog is tough. But being a Seeing Eye dog for someone who is as crazy as my mom is even tougher! 

My mom says we are in transition right now. I'm not sure what that means. I think it has something to do with the fact that she just graduated from college before she got me and is starting school again in the fall. Whatever transition means, I don't like it. It's too nuts! 

I am not the kind of dog who needs routine. Some Seeing Eye dogs need routine. My German Shepherd friends in training, for example, really liked routine. They wanted owners who did similar things in similar schedules each day. 

I'm not really THAT obsessive. My trainer, Joan, told my mom that I am very versatile. Again with these big words! I don't know what that means, but I do love to go new places. The problem is that my mom has taken this to the extreme! Seriously! First, she got me on a plane for the first time after training together. I just started to fall in love with her family when she flew me all across the country with her to visit law schools. She was stressed, so I was stressed as well. She FINALLY picked a school (thank goodness for that) and I was happy it was one of the towns that was easier to get around. I'm excited to be a badger! 

But then, she took things too far. I love my mom, but she is nuts. She then decided that we needed a place to live in this new badger land. Why? Why couldn't we just stay where we are living now? I think it might have something to do with the six hours we spent driving to the badger place, all through crazy city traffic of Chicago. Traffic is bad, especially when you've gotta pee. I learned that the hard way. It's a good thing I am a good girl and was able to wait till we could pull over! 

My mom opened the door on my crate so
she could pet me in the car.

Anyway, this trip was crazy. I was glad that my mom's mom came with, because it meant we could drive in a car instead of taking the bus. I like my mom's mom a lot, too, and enjoyed having more cuddles. But I really don't like tours. I thought I taught my mom that already with the law school tours. I want to lead! And I really don't think I should have to work in apartments. That's so silly! I'm used to being free at home! We visited more than 20 apartments. Apparently my mom did her homework on these places. And then, I just found out that the place she picked wasn't even one we toured, because it is being built right now. So all we did was meet at the leasing office. Seriously? Why did we have to tour so many places when all we need is one to live in? I don't get this. 

I also hate it when we can't find where we want to go. One of the last visits on our first of two tour days was really hard to find. We parked the car and walked around the block. I got so frustrated, because we kept circling to find the right door. My mom was actually pretty calm, so I wasn't picking up on her stress. But I was stressed. I knew we were lost. My mom cuddled me extra that night. She kept telling me that it was okay and asking me to steady. She event let me sleep in the hotel bed with her. I have totally got this down that I can't sleep in her bed anywhere but when asked. She says she doesn't want me in her bed at home. I'll see if I can change that. My cuteness is pretty effective. My mom even gave me breakfast in bed after the craziest day and not sleeping much that night. Apparently that's a nice thing for humans. I thought it was kind of awkward for a dog. 

Snuggled up on the bed

Breakfast in bed! 

So I don't understand why this is all so crazy. And to top it off, my mom says we are moving to Montana in a few weeks for the summer. Can't we just pick a place and stay there? Again, I'm not a picky girl. But this woman is nuts! Oh well. At least I'll have lots more adventures to right about.

Until then, happily resting,

Renee the Seeing Eye Dog