The Dog Blog

Early on a rainy morning

2012-01-28T07:03:00.003+02:00

It's 05:50 AM. I can tell by the bright blue numbers on the clock that Bracha and I bought together in Tel Aviv. I get up and saunter over to Bracha, thumping my tail loudly against the dresser.
Bracha takes a tlook at the clock and turns away. "Suki, mita! Lishon!"
I get the message. Bracha does not want to get up. First call, failure. I plod back to my bed, turn around three times like any dog wirth its weight in Pro Plan chicken and rice, and flop down again with a sigh.
But things are, er, rather pressing. It's not long before I wake up and try again. Get up, tail wagging, prodding cold nose. No go. It's 06:15.
"Suki, lo! LIshon! I'm not getting up at 06:15 on Shabbat!" Second call, no go. No va.
Back to bed, three turns around, sign, back for a snooze.
I try again. It's 06:45. This time I even get Nuala into it with me. Both of us stand by the bed, tails wagging. Front paws on the bed, cold noses, and I start licking Bracha's face. "Get up!"
That does it. I get petted, Nuala gets petted, and when things get too crazy Bracha shoves us both back down off the bed. We did it!
Lately it's been so wet and rainy that we can't even go out into the orchard because it's too muddy, so we go busy on the road. There are black clouds on the horizon, my fur is already damp, and the ground is cold and muddy. I'll bet the river is running and full of water, but I think even I would not enjoy swimming too much. It's winter.
But on the bright side, I'm doing much better. I think the other day Bracha was finally convinced that I can take those little pills she keeps putting in my food and still work and do my job. When we got off the bus to go to the train station I zipped down the street, turned in at the right place, and when Bracha said "Rakevet!" I went to the opening of the long tunnel. Bracha gave me a treat, and then we continued down the tunnel, passed the stairs to the first platform, then the stairs to the second, and when I got to the right platform I turned and went to the top of the stairs and stopped. I'm not sure how I know which is the right stairway. I can't read the numbers. I just know. Then I found the water fountain and Bracha gave me another treat and a drink out of my new bowl, and we got on the train. And I curled up to go to sleep. It's all in a day's work.

Oh, by the way, this is my new water bowl. It has the same little dog picture on it that is on the bag to my red shoes. It collapses into a little bundle and goes right into Bracha's bag, and this one won't leak! (Ruff Wear water bowl)

Those inconsiderate whizzing cars!

2012-01-20T13:20:00.003+02:00

Today I am parading around in my soft, shampoo-clean whiteness. I am fully determined to find myself a nice big wet muddy puddle to get in, but I know that after the work Bracha put into getting me clean last night she will be extra careful about letting me run loose. Yesterday I looked, er, rather gray. You see, Khaled came to help Bracha clean out the kerosene stove, and I just had to investigate all those black sooty parts on the floor. Then if that was not enough, yesterday after I had gone on a good long run along the beach, Bracha and I started home. It began to rain again and while we were standing on the traffic island in the middle of the road, a car went by and sprayed cold muddy water all over us. I shook myself off the best I could, but I was still pretty dirty. So Bracha gave me a hot shower and toweled me off, and here I am.

I know that Bracha is still slipping a couple of those white pills into my food twice a day. It's to help keep me from having another seez-your. But they make me a bit sleepy, which is really rough in the mornings when Bracha puts me in harness and I have to work. There seems to be a lot of "hup up!" from Bracha while we are waoking because I walk slowly, and stairs seem unusually challenging. Sometimes I just feel like lying down and going to sleep. Bracha never gets angry and understands that I am having a hard time, and she said she would ask Dr. A. if we could cut down the medication in the morning. And sure enough, Dr. A. said that I would get used to it, and that Bracha could give me only one pill in the morning and, would you believe it, another one with a treat at lunchtime! So not only do I get less sleepy stuff in the morning - I get a guaranteed treat, too! Yep, things seem to be working out.

Rainy Weather and Lazy Dog

2012-01-11T13:58:00.002+02:00

I seem to have spent most of the day sleeping today. It's raining outside and my bed is warm and cozy. Also, I seem to feel a bit dopey in the morning and feel like I'm moving in slow motion. Yesterday a woman on the train told Bracha, "You're dog looks sick." Bracha knows I'm not sick and I know she'll always take care of me, but I think those little pills she is putting in my food are making me a little sleepy. We'll try them for a few more days and see.
And now there is what I guess is another Emma, only this one is a boy, and is called Tommy! I didn't get to see him yet because I had to stay on the terrace of Itai and Hilla's house, but Bracha helped me buy him a present - a little jump suit with a picture of a dog all across the front! I was so pleased! So I guess Bracha will have to cuddle this Tommy together with Emma, and I know there will always be room for me.

A Little Sick and a Little Curious

2012-01-02T10:59:00.002+02:00

Today I am spending the day sleeping. I really had a bad night and made Bracha have a bad night, too. I woke up feeling very strange and went and woke Bracha up, too. She immediately got up to help me and took me outside. It was dark, cold, and rainy, and I was glad to get back inside, but I knew things were not right with me. So I woke Bracha up again. THis time when she took me outside I was sick, and then I guess I had another seez-your, because the next thing I remember I was standing in the yard barking at Bracha - something I never do. Bracha took me back inside and helped me get back to sleep. I felt so bad, and I know that we need some help. Bracha told me everything would be OK and that she would buy me medicine that Dr. Allison prescribed so that I wouldn't have any more epileptic attacks. So we will begin tomorrow. And now I think we both need a little sleep.
But before I stretch out in front ot the stove, I have to tell you that last week we met a man named Nadav. He has a white golden retriever named Merlin, and Merlin is a champion breeding dog. Nadav took one look at me and told Bracha that he things Merlin is my father! o we will have to check this out! And he did say that I was beautiful. ANd I know that even though I kept Bracha up half the night last night, she thinks so, too.
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To the Dead Sea and Back

2011-12-22T15:48:00.004+02:00

I think after two days I've recuperated enough from all our travels to write about our trip to many different places. We started out with some challenging walks through the grottos at Rosh Hanikra, where it was very dark inside and rather slippery. We had to ride down in a cable car, but I've done that before. At one point I jumped up onto the stone wall and was about to leap into the lovely blue water when Bracha held me back. Why is it that every time I want to go swimming Bracha doesn't let me?

We went on to see the fortress at Yehiam and Acco. I had to lead Bracha down a long tunnel. It was dark inside and there were lighted places in the floor that looked like they were big deep holes, so I lead Bracha around them very carefully. Then we walked back along the tunnel again, and down and up lots of stairs. It was hard work, but I knew I could handle it. We also walked through Zfat and Bracha said we would not go into the old synagogue, but surprisingly a nice man stepped outside and insisted that Bracha go inside with me. I walked carefully around in there and had a good rest in the car, but soon we were climbing all over more stairs and steps in Beit Sean.
In the evening we got to a strange sea. There were no waves in it, and it had a strange smell. The next morning we went down to the water and Bracha and everyone went in. Now I'm not sure why, but Bracha told me I could not swim in this sea. She said it would not be good to get the water in my eyes because it's very salty. So I had to lie on the shore and watch. What strange things people do!

South and Back Again

2011-12-06T20:52:00.003+02:00

Well, we really did go to Eilat and back again. So many friends! Petel, of course, and Larry, Tango, Turner, Nellie, Disney, Hero, Rega, Yvonna, and a brand new dog Paris who came all the way from America. She's fulll of pepper, piss and vinegar - even more than me. And I ran away twice at the hotel, too. Yep, I got into my share of mischief, but I was really well-behaved in the dining room and on the bus, and worked very hard in the mall and on the hikes outside. Petel and I, of course, were ever so pleased to see each other. And Bracha bought us both bones and treats.

Now I have to tell you about this airplane thing. It really wasn't much after all. It looked like a large bus high in the air standing on wheels with wings. But inside it was sort of like a bus or a train. I just curled up at Bracha's feet, felt the engines start and the whole thing move, and dozed off. Everyone asked Bracha if she had given me something to sedate me. Nope, she explained, I was just doing my usual thing when I am traveling and don't need to work...sleeping! But when we got to the airport Bracha was very confused and didn't know where to go. Some nice people helped us and even found a little spot of grass for me to do busy. And then we were on the train and on the way home!

Now Bracha is back at work and riding that bike with her friend Nir. I like the doggie footprints on the pretty shirt Bracha got, but I don't think much of Bracha going out riding and I can't come.

Hey Daroma! (Hey, Southward)

2011-11-28T21:29:00.002+02:00

When I saw Bracha putting several little bags of dog food and two brand new bones and two treats that they gave us at the pet store into a suitcase, I knew something big was up. Yep, we are going to Eilat for four days! And Petel and I get to be in a room together! ANd on the way back we get to go on a plane! I'm so excited I can hardly sit down. I think it will be lots of fun, and Bracha has promised me that being on a plane will be just like riding on a train or bus.
We have lots to do before we leave. First of all, the hair on my paws needs to be trimmed. It is so long that it is liable to get caught in escalators or cracks, so we need to go out into the orchard and lay down and have a good grooming session. ANd then we will be all set!

Keeping up Our Old Agreement

2011-11-11T15:50:00.001+02:00

Ever since the last time I got ill and had a sees your last Friday Bracha has been very watchful of me and reassuring. We still do everything together as we always do, and yesterday I worked beautifully – taking Bracha all over Tel Aviv and right to the bus that takes us to Rotem's school.

But on the way Bracha took me on the bus to a place where we had never been before. As soon as Bracha told me to turn right and go into the entrance to a building with a pretty little garden in front and a sign that had the names of several doctors on it, I knew right away that this was undoubtedly a veterinary clinic. Don't ask how I knew. I just knew. I did my best to plant all four feet on the sidewalk just like I do in front of Avi's clinic in Nahariya, but Bracha told me we had to go in and said there was no choice. When we got inside everyone was very good to me and admired me a lot. But I did have to have a needle poked in me and the doctor took some of my blood out. I was scared, but Bracha held me and reassured me, and then gave me a treat. The rest didn't hurt. The nice vet looked in my ears, felt me all over, and turned off the lights and shone a little flashlight in my eyes. Then she took me into the next room and weighed me. And then she and Bracha sat down to talk. Bracha reassured me afterwards and told me that there is a kind of medicine that will help me and keep me from having any more sees yours. I really don't like them. They make me feel funny beforehand and afterwards I'm very confused. So we have to wait and see what happens. I know that Bracha still loves me and will take care of me. She might even love me more now that she knows that I might have to take medicine, and if I do she promised she'd give it to me every day. That way we can keep up our agreement – I take care of Bracha and she takes care of me! And best of all – when we got back from Tel Aviv I was covered in yucky black soot from the sidewalks and I really needed a bath. So off to the river we went! And it's running with lots of water now! Just the way I like it!

Is that me under the table?

2011-11-06T17:30:00.002+02:00

I never had such a week. Evening after evening Bracha would take me out and all I ended up doing was sitting under the table. There were a lot of people around. There was a lot of excitement, kissing and hugging and shouting and laughing and I admit I did get petted and admired a lot. but mostly I ended up under the table and not being allowed to have food. Finally on Friday I lost it. There were two cakes on the table, and let's just say that when I got through there were one and two thirds cakes on the table. By that time Bracha had understood that I was having a rough time. All that partying and none for me. It was the kibbutz reunion and I was new to everyone. But Bracha didn't get too angry at me. That was because she was concerned because I had, or I think I had, another sees your. So that makes two.
So I have epilepsy. Bracha and I discussed it and she reassured me that I was still her dog and that she would make sure we will work together like always. I know she'll help me. I felt so confused and unhappy afterwards. So we will talk with a special vet who knows about these things. He'll know what to do.

Running Smoothly

2011-10-26T16:47:00.003+02:00

I guess I haven't written for a while because things are just going along smoothly. It made Bracha and me both giggle (if I could giggle) when a woman on the bus cornered next to the door when we were about to get off backed as far as she could next to the wall and asked, "She doesn't do anything, does she?" Bracha just smiled and said, "If you mean is she aggressive, than no, she won't do anything bad, but actually, she does quite a bit."
And I did do quite a bit. It's now getting dark early, so we were both feeling a bit apprehensive when we got off the bus at the stock exchange at night to get into the train station. Bracha asked the driver where to get off and off we went. I went right to the crosswalk, across the other road where cars come zipping out of the parking lot, and turned smack into the right place and headed for the train. ANd before we knew it the long sleeve with the lights inside was right in front of us. Bracha stopped me at the entrance and gave me a thorough praising and petting. "Good girl, Suki!" So that's it. That route is under control now. But we also went to some new places where we had not been before. One was to the building near the train station where BRacha had to sit at a meeting and I lay quietly and slept for two hours while the meeting went on. It was a place I had never been before and my claws made a nice clicking noise on the wooden floors when I walked around there. But really, why does the woman on the bus HAVE to sit down next to us and tell Bracha all about her Schnauzer???

Best Beach Day Ever!

2011-10-11T11:22:00.002+02:00

Yesterday we went to the beach and the sea was different than it had ever been before. There were no waves. The water was smooth and calm and I could swim around and around in circles until I couldn't swim any more. Then I got out and lay quietly on the beach watching Bracha and her friends swim. I know there's a life guard because he called "Suki, Suki!" through his loudspeaker when I arrived, but I still need to watch everyone. The lifeguard really likes me. I don't think I've ever had such a good time at the beach before. Now we have to go as often as we can before the winter begins and it gets too cold.

So I was lovely, fluffy, and white when Yael came to check us for a home visit from Beit Oved. We walked up and down the main street in Nahariya and I poked about a bit, but Bracha got me going quickly. And it wasn't my fault that a man with a little dog let his dog sniff me all over and distracted me from my work. But Yael said I did a good job and I was happy. We even showed her how I fgfind mailboxes and the ATM machine. I know Bracha was proud of me and when Yael said I did my work happily I knew she was right. So that's it until next year. Bracha also told Yael about the sees-your that I had, and Yael said, "If you need to change dogs, you have the right to ask." I sat up straight under the table in alarm. But Bracha said she was not interested in changing me for another dog at all, and that if I ever got sick like that again she would give me medicine and take care of me. And I know she will, too.

Petel and I under the table

2011-10-05T20:13:00.002+02:00

As soon as Bracha and I walked into Cafe Greg I ran over to the corner pulling on my harness as hard as I could. There were Liron and Petel, as usual. Hooray! Soon Petel and I got over the romping stage and settled down under the table. But we couldn't help listening to the talk above as we nuzzled each other. Bracha and Liron were talking about going on an airplane together! And making sure there were places reserved in front so there would be room for us! Now, I've never been on a plane before, but Petel has been on one several times already and says it's sort of like being on a bus or train. I don't quite understand what we have to do if Bracha and I are flying in the sky, and I can't remember learning anything about this in my training. Petel says we really don't have to do anything except walk up some steps and then settle down for the ride. Someone else flies the plane. Acd after that I started looking forward to it. I'm always curious about anything new. After all, I'm a very intelligent dog.

And now I have to tell you about the taxi driver who took us to the center yesterday. He was very curious about me and asked some questions. Then he asked Bracha if she worked and she said she did. "Well, you're really quite normal," he said. Bracha told him flatly that besides the fact that she doesn't see well she is just like anyone else. This sounds just like the kind of person who put the sign in the elevator that Bracha showed me on her computer. THe sign said: Attention Blind People! Please ignore the floor announcements in the elevator since they are incorrect. Now how is a blind person supposed to read the sign? And what if a person who does not hear gets in the elevator? How ignorant people can be! Sometimes I think I'm smarter than some people. And why did the woman at the meeting ask what kind of language she should use to write instructions for people who cannot see. Bracha just turned to her and said, "You write instructions just like you write for any other intelligent adult." Sigh..
Next week someone is coming from Beit Oved to see how Bracha and I work together. I promise to do my best.

Aamer's dream come true

2011-09-25T18:02:00.003+03:00

About a year and a half ago Bracha and I sat down on the train to Tel Aviv when a young man approached us. He said he had heard Bracha giving me commands and realized that there was a woman with a guide dog. He was curious because he was also blind and was thinking of getting a dog. He was from Peki'in and still lived with his parents, and they did not feel that a dog in the house was a good idea. THey were afraid that a dog would make a mess, shed, and misbehave. He therefore had talked to Beit Oved, but had not gotten a dog, and got around with a cane.

Bracha started trying to encourage him to get a dog. She said he could come to our house and bring his parents, and they could see how clean, well-behaved, and good I was. I could tell he was tempted. After that we heard nothing more from him. But when Bracha heard that a man called Aamer from Peki'in had just gotten a dog, she began to wonder if it was the same Aamer we had met on the train.

Sure enough, today when the phone rang Bracha looked at me and said, "Suki, there's a surprise! Ami is stopping by to visit. And then there was Ami, opening the gate and I was so excited to see him! Bracha told me to sit and it was all I could to to keep my rear end on the ground. Soon we sat down and Ami told Bracha that Aamer was indeed the young man we had met on the train! He has a Labrador retriever, and is now finishing the course! Ami and a new trainer named Natanel are his trainers. Bracha said she'd call him to see how things were going. Good for Aamer for convincing his parents to let him have a dog. And maybe, just maybe, I did a bit of the convincing myself.

"If I tell your dog..."

2011-09-24T07:56:00.002+03:00

It's raining! The bad thing about this is that we were supposed to go to the beach, and now we can't. The nice thing about this is that I can sit in the yard and get wet and there is a different smell in the air. It smells like winter. Bracha and I stood outside and watched the rain come down and listened to the thunder, and she assured me that there would still be beach days left, and that soon the ri ver would fill up and I could swim there again.

Thursday we got on a bus to go to the board meeting and then got off that one and got on another. Bracha wasn't too sure where we were, so she asked the driver to tell us where to get off. He politely offered the seat right by the door and I sat down and looked out the window just as I like to do. When we got to the stop he told us that we had to get off here and started to tell Bracha that we had to walk up to the stoplight, cross the street, and turn left. We already know how to do this, but Bracha knew he was just being helpful, and she could tell he was a bit concerned because that corner is very complicated to cross. He looked down at me and asked, "If I tell your dog hwhere to go, will he understand?"

We all make mistakes...

2011-09-16T19:40:00.004+03:00

I must admit that I've made a few mistakes lately. And Bracha admits that she made some, too. We discussed it, as usual, with Bracha getting down on the floor and sitting beside me and stroking my fur, and me thumping my tail and putting a large front paw on her arm. That way, we usually come to an understanding.

It all began when we started walking towards the beach. I was excited, as I always am when we reach the end of the main street in Nahariya and I can sense we are getting close to the water. And I guess I wasn't concentrating and Bracha tripped over one of those stupid brick flower beds they have around the trees. She sat down and made me sit, too. I felt awful and started licking her but she'd have none of it. Up we got and she called me on it, made me approach the same place and go around the flower bed and Ithat time gave it a wide berth. I guess I didn't deserve a run on the beach, but I got one anyway.

And when we got into town it was Bracha's turn to make a mistake. She forgot my shoes, and as soon as we got to the stoplight I started dancing around on the corner like I had hot peppers under my paws. Which, for all practical purposes, I did. Bracha apologized and we took a bus instead of walking so that I wouldn't have to walk on the hot pavement. So we both made mistakes that time and will try and do better next time.

When we got to the dentist everyone was glad to see me as usual. I was offered water, petted, and escorted into the doctor's office. But when we started to go into the next room, the technician said she was afraid of me and asked if I could wait outside. The woman asked Bracha if she was angry, and Bracha said she wasn't because she had asked nicely and she understood. Bracha led me behind the reception area, and told me to wait there quietly, which I did. The woman was very apologetic, and said afterwards, "I'll bet she hates me now." Bracha assured her that I don't hate anyone. But I wish she were not afraid of me. It's a shame. I hear that petting animals makes people feel relaxed and happy.

Fun and Politics

2011-09-04T12:38:00.002+03:00

Wow! I'm still sleeping off yesterday. We got in the car and suddenly I smelled that we were at the beach! Bracha let me off the leash and I ran and ran and swam and ran again! Afterwards I went to sleep on the grass while Bracha and her friends ate and talked. When we got back Bracha said we were going out and that I would be busy at the demonstration that evening, so I slept some more and my fur dried to its usual curly soft fluffiness that it gets after swimming at the beach. In the evening we started walking down the street in town. There were lots of people and a lot of noise, and the music was very loud, but I was very proud to be the only guide dog there. Bracha said it was important. And there were 450,000 people out walking and demonstrating last night! I wonder...was I the only guide dog?

I must be a little ill.

2011-08-29T14:01:00.002+03:00

I'm not sure what happened to me this morning. I'm still a bit frightened and confused, and I'm glad Bracha is next to me, comforting me and talking softly to me and telling me everything is OK. Suddenly I started running all over the living room and then, well I don't remember much. Bracha told me that I had a "sees-your". I'm not sure what that means, but she explained that it looks like I have a disease called epilepsy. Saoirse had that, and she took special pills for it. Then Bracha called Ami to tell him, and Ami was very sympathetic and said that if I needed to take medicine it was OK. I can still do everything I always to, and Bracha reassured me and told me that she still loves me and I will always be her guide dog. Afterwards I was still frightened and disoriented, and stood at the edge of the patio barking at Bracha and not sure what to do. Then I went to sleep for a while. I feel so bad, but I guess this is something that is beyond my control. As long as I can be Bracha's guide dog and do what I am supposed to do, I'll be OK.

Hey, are those Adidas?

2011-08-19T13:06:00.002+03:00

One cannot remain annonymous when walking with my red shoes on. The moment we walked out of the train station the comments started:
"Hey, are those Adidas?"
"Wow, look at those!"
"Hey, look, that dog has shoes!"
And on and on. I think Bracha gets a bit tired of it and simply ignores most of them, but after I made my way through Azrieli and for the first time found my way out of the center and onto the pedestrian bridge, one woman started up and we got a good laugh. First she asked the woman next to her why I had shoes. The woman didn't know. Bracha couldn't resist. They were, after all, talking about me as if she were not even there and could not hear.
"If you want to know, you can ask me directly, you know."
"Why does your dog have shoes?"
Bracha explained that the shoes were to protect my feet from the hot sidewalks.
The woman considered this. "But, up till now they (dogs) never complained..."
We goth chuckled to ourselves. The time of dogs being silent is over! Hooray!

Now I have to tell you about my new swimming place. The river is just about dried up and is nothing more than a muddy trickle. But wow! The fence around the reservour is, well, not quite intact, so we made our way in! Now Nuala and I can swim! What fun!

Real Shoes!

2011-08-05T08:22:00.003+03:00

Wow! My new shoes arrived just in time for our trip to Tel Aviv. I'm so happy and proud! These are real shoes with rubber soles, so Bracha doesn't have to keep taking them on and off all the time. My other ones are torn and all worn out. So yesterday we went to Tel Aviv and I wore them all morning - on the train, up the moving stairs, out to the bus stop, and on the street! And after Bracha photographed them, we discovered that they have reflectors on them, too! Thank you, Yariv, for suggesting them!

Now I have to tell you about the taxi driver whom we met coming home from the train station last night. He was standing outside the exit to the train station and we had never met him before. He asked if I was quiet and Bracha assured him that I know how to behave nicely in a taxi, and would only sit on the floor. He opened the back door and I slipped in between the seats. He explained that he usually does not take dogs. "But sometimes when it's necessary, I make an exception." He explained that he was an observant Moslem, and that if a dog licks his hand he would have to wash his hands seven times to be clean again. Bracha said she understood, and that she was pleased at his willingness to understand the necessity of taking guide dogs. So if he can take a dog in his cab, even if his religion says dogs are unclean, why do others make such feeble excuses?

Dog Days

2011-07-30T18:45:00.003+03:00

I'm not sure why they call hot July days dog days. They are not fit for dogs at all. I've worn through one or two of my shoes, and Bracha puts them on me all the time. There's just no going out without them. And I'm always at my water bowl.

But I've gotten used to lying on the patio at home and trying to keep cool. I've even stopped barking when Bracha leaves me there for a short time. I know she'll come back. Bracha praised me for this and I know why: she never liked it when I barked when I was alone in the house.

Now, there has been a lot of talk about discrimination against us in the past week. People's patience grows thin particularly when it's hot and difficult to be out. Within a short time in the drug store we were accosted by one woman who told Bracha to make me sit down because she was afraid of me, one who gave the old snide remark of "I didn't know they allowed dogs in here," to which a child, who was evidently more in the know than she was, said, "It's a guide dog." By the time we had gotten out of there, Bracha had heard enough. So when we got to the little restaurant where we always have humus and I sit quietly under the table, Bracha's fuse was, well, a bit short. This time we had no intention of sitting outside because it was very hot and there was no shade outside. So we went in. It was a bit crowded and the waitress told Bracha, "You can't sit inside, there are people here and food. You'll have to sit outside."
"It's too hot to sit outside, and I can sit inside with my guide dog. It's the law," explained Bracha. If you like I'll show you the law." The owner, who knows us, looked out from behind the counter. He gave one firm order: "Anyone who doesn't like the dog in here can sit outside." And that was the end of that. Apologies were given and we had a very nice meal.

Now, I know that Bracha is hot too, and she and Rotem went to the pool in Ben Ami to swim and cool off. She left me at home. She explained to me that there was no place that was cool and comfortable where I could stay like there is at the pool in Evron where we go often,, and I would only be hot and unhappy. So in the evening she filled my little pool up, and I got a swim, too! I guess that's fair.

The Invisible Dog

2011-07-16T20:59:00.002+03:00

Sometimes people are strange. They realize that they've made a mistake and tell Bracha that I'm not allowed somewhere, or that I need a muzzle, or that I have to wait outside. But this was by far the strangest way to weasel out of a blunder I've ever seen.
We were just coming into the bus station in Haifa where the busses let everyone off. This is always a tricky place because the busses don't always stop next to the curb, and then we have to find our way through the people to the security guard. This time there was a woman there.
"Giveret, you have to put a muzzle on your dog."
"No," Bracha says, "She's a guide dog. She doesn't need a muzzle."
The guard looked confused. She stammered and stuttered for a while and then said, "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't see the dog."
So am I invisible?

That aside, it's hot! A day in Tel Aviv is hard for both of us, and walking in the streets is difficult, even with my brightly colored shoes. Bracha stops to give me water all the time. And I'm still thirsty. I inch to one side of the pavement looking for a way to get out of the sun, and when we get on a bus I lay down and luxuriate in the cool air. And we still have all of August and September to go! Even the river is all dried up. All that's left is a pathetic little muddy pool. Thank goodness I have my pool and Bracha's ice cubes to help me cool off!

Working in the Summer

2011-07-09T16:10:00.003+03:00

Suddenly summer is here! Walking outside when you are a dog with bare footpads and fur is no simple matter. It's hot! Bracha offers me water constantly and we've even taken out my shoesv because I've started to find that I just can't stand still at stoplights. I shuffle and trot back and forth, forward and backward, trying to get my paws off the ground! It looks like I'm dancing, but I'm really very uncomfortable. Shoes are the only answer.

Now we have a new fence. I can sit on the patio all day and lie wherever I like. It's a good solution for me because I know that if I'm given the opportunity, I'll be off into the orchard looking for a snack. Even after a discipline lesson of sitting quietly in the yard, coming when Bracha calls me, and sitting in place, I still end up trotting off. For me food is just too tempting.

Tomorrow beach? Please?????

Being Very Good and Very Naughty

2011-06-27T14:10:00.002+03:00

I did it! We found the entrance to the train station in the dark! It was already late when we got out of Rotem's dance recital and I was feeling very relieved to get outside. I lay very quietly in the aisle next to Bracha's seat in the auditorium and it was the first time I have ever sat through a show like that where there are so many people. It was already late and when we got on the bus Bracha asked the driver to fix the public address system which was calling out all the wrong stops. Everyone helped us get off at the right place and I headed right for the place where you go into the train station through the tunnel. We got confused only once, and then we were inside and on the platform on time. I even got a chance to have my customary drink of water at the cooler before we got on the train and I settled down to sleep.
But I must admit that I did one naughty thing. Yaniv put a tray of shnitzel on the coffee table and before I could say "pure bred golden retriever I had snatched one! Even more irresistable than avocados! Bracha took it away from me and scolded me and I knew I was wrong. Why do people put things like that in places where I will be tempted?

So now we have two new items: one is a plastic muzzle that Bracha puts on me just when I run in the avocados. She figures that it's preferable for me to wear a muzzle and be able to run in the avocado orchard without eating fruit, than to be tied up on a leash all the time and not be able to run free. I don't like it, but it solves the problem. The other is the fence. No more breaking out!
Here I am getting my beauty treatment. My fur still looks great and I feel much better with all that hear off.

My Beauty Treatment

2011-06-16T16:44:00.006+03:00

Just look at me! Here I am after my trim at the pet store! Bracha does not want anyone cutting my fur, and I really don't want it cut either, but this bype of brushing really felt good. I had to go up a little narrow flight of stairs and one of the men at the pet store lifted me onto a table. I was a bit frightened at first, but Bracha was there all the time and soon the woman named Ivgenya began brushing me all over. Soon great tufts of my undercoat started coming out and filled an entire bucket! I began to relax, lay down, and stretched out and let her brush me all over. And suddenly I had less fur! Than she picked me up and put me in the bathtub and I had a shower and shampoo with special shampoo for white dogs! Finally I was wrapped in a big fluffy towel and my fur was blow-dried and it was all over!
So look at me! How long will it take for me to find a nice, muddy puddle?

"Where did you see a law like that?"

2011-06-13T20:42:00.002+03:00

I love new routes! This time Bracha took me out of the train station instead of going up the moving stairs into the mall at Azrieli - mostly so that I could get out and do busy in the bushes outside. But we crossed the biggest street I've ever been on, and there were several places to cross. It was a busy place and we did just fine! They even have stoplights that make a loud clicking noise so that Bracha knows when to tell me to go forward and cross the street.

Anyway, I did see my other friends on the board - Alice, Turner, Lady, and Tango, and Petel was there too. We also met a new dog named Rega. And when we got on the train to go home Tango and I crawled under the table and were sleeping peacefully when along came the conductor and starts his wise crack business.

"You have to put muzzles on your dogs."
LIttle did he know he was dealing with two members of the board. Adi pipes up.
"These are guide dogs."
"I don't care," the guy insists. They have to have muzzles."
"No," Bracha explained. According to law guide dogs don't need to have muzzles. If you like I'll show you the law." She started to rummage for her wallet and the little card.
"Where did you see such a law?" demanded the conductor.
Bracha could not resist. I felt her stifle a laugh.
"Actually, we didn't see it. We're blind."
Snickers and chuckles filled the car. The conductor, not wishing to admit that he was wrong and having inserted his foot deep in his mouth, scuttled down the aisle with his tail between his legs. And Tango and I looked at each other, smiled, and went back to sleep.

A Typical Day in the Big City

2011-05-31T20:23:00.002+03:00

Just in case you think I sometimes get bored, or that maybe I have it hard and ought to be a pet dog who sits home all day, here is a typical trip to the city of Tel Aviv and Back and everything I have to do:

Out of the house to catch a ride to the train station - or almost all the way. Walk to the main stoplights and get across the busy intersection at the entrance to Nahariya. (three crossings, one without a stoplight)
Get through the train station, stop at the drinking fountain for a drink (even if I'm not really thirsty it's just a habit!)
Get on the train and find a seat. Settle down.
Make appealing dog faces and wag my tail ad the lady who sits down and starts petting me. Back to sleep until Bracha wakes me up with a treat and clips on my harness. Up the steps of the train car and out the door.
Out of the train station and up the escalator (Hooray! Two of 'em!) and over to the bus station.
Get on the bus, walk to the sabim and up to the door, into the elevator, and nudge saba awake with my cold nose! Nap on the Persian rug.
Back on the bus, get off, and find Petel!
Walk down the sidewalk, avoiding parked motorcycles and people, moving bicycles, and trees, and settle down in the restaurant under the table. Petel and I played for a bit and then went to sleep.
Liron and Petel showed Bracha how to operate the revolving door while onlookers all shouted at us to go through the regular door. Don't they know I can handle this??? Get into the cell of the revolving door and out the other side.
Walk down Shaul HaMelech, up the big moving stairs that I love, dodging people and more cyclists on the sidewalk, and over the big pedestrian bridge, find the elevator for Bracha, and walk straight to the 68 bus stop. (I don't know the number, I just know where it is).
Ride the bus until we get to the place where Rotem goes to school. New route: down the steps and around the fence until I find the gate and zip into the school. Find Rotem in the long hallway, go out, and walk to Rotem's house. I know that gate from all the others.
Sit quietly under Bracha's chair while visiting with people.
Cross the street and get back on the bus. Then the other new route - from Jabotinsky, across two busy streets, around the stairs, and wind through the path between the bitg buildings and into the train station tunnel. Bracha praises me and gives me a treat. Down the tunnel and through the turnstile. Onto the platform and onto the train.
Grab a nice cozy spot between the seats just made for guide dogs! Sleep until we get to Nahariya. Get off the train, through the station and out to the cab stand. Into a taxi, sit nicely and make eyes at the driver till we get home.
Dinner, busy, and bed! What was that they said about my having to work too hard? Do they think I'd like to sit home all day? No way!

Don't Fence Me In!

2011-05-27T10:55:00.002+03:00

Yesterday I was feeling pretty smug - I proved to Bracha that I learned two new routes. The first is the route from the bus stop in Kiryat Ono to Rotem's school. We've been there a couple of times but it appears that now Bracha can pick Rotem up at school. It's rather confusing because there are a lot of gates in the fence to the school, and only one of them is open. I kept turning right and standing in front of each one until we found the right one and I went right to Rotem's classroom! Bracha was very proud of me and we have that one down just right. The other route is much harder - from the bus stop on Jabotinsky into the train station. We have to pass a lot of people, cross a street, and then turn in between very tall buildings, like walking inside a maze with high walls, until we get to the entrance to a long tunnel. Then Bracha bent down and gave me a treat. I know that in the winter we will have to walk this route when it is dark outside, so we are learning it now while it is light and then I'll know where to go.

Now, here at home I feel a bit less smug because Bracha is building a fence around the patio. This means no more wandering off, and no more sneaking into the orchard to find you-know-what - avocados! Here I am lying next to the new fence post, and soon I will have to stay on the patio. That's what happens when you try and stretch your limits. In the end, you get more limits!

Sleeping off a Wonderful WEekend

2011-05-22T13:04:00.004+03:00

I could hardly believe it when we got out of the car and we were in that wonderful place with the lawns and lake again! No sooner did we put our things down in our hotel room when I started clamoring to go in the water again. As soon as we started getting close to the lake I started pulling on the harness with excitement! I went swimming every day and it was all Bracha could do to get me out of the water. We even swam out to the raft together, but I had a bit of trouble getting onto it with the wet slippery stairs, and when I did get on and walked around Bracha went to the edge and jumped off! I stood there and did not know what to do. You see, I've never jumped off into water before, and I didn't know what to do. So after that we stayed in the lake together and I came out all clean and soft. People never stopped petting me all weekend, and I just lay on the lawn, letting children and adults pet me and letting all kinds of music drift over me. What a wonderful time! Why can't we be at the festival every week?
Now Bracha and I have still not come to an agreement as to what is the best thing at the festival. Bracha thinks it's this:

And here's what I think is the best part...

Itchy Ears!

2011-05-17T13:45:00.002+03:00

I woke up in the middle of the night last night feeling as if I were about to jump out of my skin! Bracha got up and took me outside, but what I wanted wasn't to go out. I wanted my ear to stop itching. Bracha took me back inside and spoke to me softly and told me to stop scratching and go back to sleep and that she would take me to the vet in the morning. She said all he would do is look in my ears and that I might have contracted some ear mites or an infection.

Sure enough, when we got there, Avi picked me up (all 36 kilo of me!) and hoisted me up on the table. Then he looked inside my ears. I may have caught a few ear mites from Kabri, and now I have to have some ear drops. And then it came.
"Suki needs her rabies shot." Avi then told Bracha he was going to give me my other shot, too. I tried to skedaddle, but no go. But Avi did give me a treat or two and then Bracha hugged me and reminded me that we were going to the Kinneret this weekend. We can take my ear drops along and I'll be fine.

And I lost a kilo! Now we just got a new bag of low calorie dog food, and I'm going to knock off two more so that I weigh 34 kilo. Avi says that is acceptable. And if I swim this weekend and run, it will be a good start! I can hardly wait!

Cracking Down and Keeping Cool

2011-05-09T09:36:00.002+03:00

There is a store in Nahariya that Bracha likes to go to to try on clothes. They are very nice there and usually I find a nice spot and lay down and go to sleep. So there was Bracha busy trying on clothes and in walks another customer.

"Hey," she said. "If dogs are allowed in here, maybe I'll bring mine next time, too."

I could see that the nice saleswoman was beginning to lose her temper. Bracha politely explained that I was not a pet, I was a guide dog for the blind. the woman seemed to become a bit embarrassed and left. The saleswoman told Bracha that she was angry and Bracha told her not to get angry. "It's not worth it." Why get upset at these stupid people who are ignorant and rude?

Now I want to admit that I have been a bit out of line lately. And now I've gotten waht I deserve - no more hanging out on the patio without a leash. That's because I ran away. And Bracha had to go looking for me and calling me until I came back. Then Kabri came over with Paul, and Bracha agreed that we be allowed to run in the yard, but we both were rascals and ran away into the orchard together.

So last night Bracha sat down and told me very firmly that I would not be let off leash in the yard any more. That's it. It's just too tempting to run off, even though she knows that I will always come back. So now we have a new plan. I can go off leash on hikes through the fields, but at home we are going to fence in the patio. That way I will stay put, and Nuala will have a place to be when Bracha is not home.

And the other thing we are going to crack down on is getting my summer figure back. A short stint on light dog food and a good run every day, plus losing about a kilo of winter fur, and I think we'll be back in shape again!Then I will be fit and I promise to be good. And next week we go to the Kinneret! It's festival time!

Look, they're training them!

2011-05-02T12:51:00.003+03:00

I figured something good was in store when Bracha packed a bottle of water, some treats, my leash, my towel, and Nuala's leash, and took off my flea collar. That collar comes off when I go in the water - at least if Bracha can plan that in advance. Soon Paul pulled into the yard with Kabri, my good friend from ndown the road, and Nuala and I got into the back of the car on the floor. Paul asked Bracha if I needed to ride in front, but she said no, this was a recreation ride and I got to have fun in back like a regular dog today! Soon we were at the beach, and we did a lot of running around. I still could not get Kabri to swim, but no matter. I got him pretty wet just shaking myself off again and again.

Soon we made our way to Nahariya and Bracha and Paul walked around and she held me in harness as usual and held Nuala's leash with her other hand. And boy did people look! One little kid's father said, "LOok, they're training the dogs!" I beg your pardon! I have already been thoroughly trained, and Kabri and Nuala are not guide dogs. And then the nice lady Ilana who likes guide dogs rode by on a bycicle and laughed and asked Bracha if she wanted another dog. So we all had a good time. And summer is coming! Soon we can go to the beach all the time!

A Hike for Guide Dogs!

2011-04-29T12:33:00.000+03:00

Yesterday about twelve of us went in a hike especially for people with guide dogs. I had no idea we were supposed to have such a special day until we got to Tel Aviv and there were Petel, Tango, Yvonna, Hope, Ringo, (with a fancy haircut), Macy, Sean, Hugo, Elsa, Holly, and me! We made quite a procession as we walked through the forest, and even ran around the rocks and trees. Every person had a student guiding them, so there was lots of help for people to get along on the forest paths and over rocks and steps. We also spent a lot of time sleeping and socializing on the bus, and finally ended up in Jerusalem where we went through the crowded market. Bracha knew that I would do my job well and let the woman who was helping her see just how I could make my way through the crowded market with strollers, wheelschairs, and other obstacles. Then we all settled down at a restaurant where the owner welcomed all twelve dogs! I hope we have more hikes like this! Even though we got home late and by the time we walked in the door all I could think about was my bown of food and bed, I'd love to go again!
Here we all are at the top of the ridge in the forest.

The Surprise

2011-04-16T13:35:00.003+03:00

Last night before I went to sleep Bracha promised me a surprise. I could hardly settle down. At 06:15 I got up and attempted to nudge Bracha, who promptly told me to go back to sleep. "IT's Saturday!" So I went into the living room and chewed my bone for a while, wondering what was in store. Finally at about 10:30 Bracha took me out into the yard, and a car pulled up. I could hardly believe it! Nurit and Nir! My foster parents! And their two dogs TInka and Kroovi whom I grew up with!!!
I was so excited I didn't know what to do first: run with the dogs or jump up on Nurit. I did the later, and was quietly calmed down by Bracha. But soon I was racing around the yard with Tinka and Kroovi, and Tinka did the usual thing she used to do: she attempted to jump on top of me. This is what I grew up with, and Bracha was about to find out a few things she never knew about my childhood.
Soon we set out for the river, and I showed Tinka and Kroovi the swimming hold and how to get nice and muddy on the way. Nir and Nurit laughed when I came out of the mud half brown, and then got all clean again in the river. What a great time we had!
Now, there are a few months that I barely remember when I was a puppy and Nurit told Bracha all about it. The first foster family I went to did not work out. They sort of shuttled me about from one house to another and didn't do their important job of raising a guide dog puppy properly. By the time I was a few months old and was moved to Nurit who would care for me, I still didn't know, er, how to do busy outside, and once I did it on the stairs and it all ran down like a little waterfall! But soon Tinka and Kroovi showed me what to do, and I soon learned "busy" was only outside. They also had another name for me at the beginning, but after that I became Suki. I got used to Tinka's climbing on top of me and roughhousing a bit, and to sweet little Kroovi as well, and there I remained until I went back to Beit Oved.
Bracha asked Nurit if it was hard for her to see me again, and she said no, that it made her happy to see that I was well looked after and help Bracha and have a good home. And they invited us to come to Kfar Saba and see horses! I hope we can go!

Spring is Here!

2011-03-20T10:35:00.003+02:00

Here I am in the tall green wheat field. This is the best place for running. And I even whispered to Petel under the table last week that I would take her here during Pesach so that we can run together! Hooray!

Happy Purim - but Rough on Guide Dogs

2011-03-19T08:25:00.003+02:00

I knew it was a mistake to go into town yesterday. Hoping to meet Carol and wipe up a humus out in the sun and spend a pleasant Friday afternoon, we soon discuvered that the Purim celebrations were underway already and that no quiet was to be had. Purim is lots of fun - but not for guide dogs. We made it into town after being dropped off far away because no taxis were allowed in. There were no cars on the streets, but I had to push Bracha aside from several bikes on the sidewalk. But there was loud music, the sidewalks were crowded with people, and strollers were everywhere. It was lots of fun for the people, but not for me. First of all, large balloons kept lobbing in front of me, and boys fired off little guns that made loud explosions that made me jump and startled me constantly. Little children shouted and grabbed at me all the time. I was not trained for this and soon became very worn out. Loud music played everywhere, making it impossible for me to hear what Bracha told me to do. Maneuvering among the people on the sidewalk was nearly impossible. Bracha soon realized that I was having a hard time and decided to leave. I was so happy to get in a taxi and head for home, where I stretched out happily in the sunshine.

So Happy Purim everyone! Enjoy yourselves! I think I'll stay home.

My Favorite Kind of Morning

2011-03-13T13:42:00.003+02:00

After a week indoors it was good to get out again this morning. The sky was a cloudless blue and there was a brisk wind blowing that was drying up all the puddles. We set out for town. The first thing I did when we got there was head for Yaron's office. Yaron is Bracha's accountant, but he also loves me a lot, and today he didn't seem to have a lot of work to do, so he asked Bracha if he could take me outside for a drink of water. Bracha took off my harness and gave him my leash and soon we were romping around the yard and Yaron was throwing pine cones for me to chase. Soon we left there and I got even more excited because we soon got to the beach! I found the gate for Bracha and we zipped along the sand. There were not many people there and Bracha let me run free on the beach until I couldn't run any more. And then Bracha got her treat - a cup of coffee and croissaint. Everyone at the restaurant asked about Bracha's friend, and I know they meant Liron and Petel who have been there with us several times. I lay basking in the sun while my fur dried and I was soon fluffy and clean. What a life!
After that there was only one thing missing, and we did that too - the pet store! Bracha bought me a new bone (no, I don't know where my other one, or the one before that, nor the one before that, nor...all are) and they even threw in a free bag of dog biscuits! Hooray!

Dog in the Rain

2011-03-11T10:18:00.003+02:00

It hasn't stopped raining for four days. The entire front yard is a muddy mess, and the drainage ditch at the edge of the road is filled with running water. Bracha would love to take me to the river to see all the water, but we can't seem to get that far without getting caught in the rain again. She's promised me that we'll go as soon as the rain stops, but it doesn't. Even in Tel Aviv it rained, and I stood dejectedly at the bus stop watching cars speed by spewing water up onto the sidewalk. It was nice to lie in the office of the Aguda with Turner, Lady, and Alice, all three of us under the table keeping warm and dry.

Petel and LIron got caught in the middle of Menachem Begin Blvd. this week and a passing car halted just short of them. Petel had not exercised her job of disobeying a wrong command, or did not hear or see the car coming. These new cars are very quiet, and we have to be extra watchful! It is harder for dogs who live in the city to remain alert when there is constant heavy traffic. Me, I'm a country dog, and notice oncoming cars more. It must be harder for Petel, who must constantly remain on alert. Even Ami understands how hard we dogs work and how difficult our job is and how easy it is to be lax for a moment when we constantly have to watch for cars.

Now, I was very good yesterday and everyone we met on the train cooed over me, petted me, and admired me. I popped out from between the seats at Binyamina and made my usual appearance, first shaking myself as noisily as I could, and then stretching with my front paws on the ground and my rear end in the air. Then I proceeded to get all the petting I could get. And on the way home the driver in the taxi was afraid of me, so I sat quietly with Bracha on the floor of the back seat on my little towel, and he didn't mind.

And oh my. It's still raining.

Life as a Large Dog

2011-03-08T18:05:00.004+02:00

Lately there's been a lot of talk about large dogs versus small ones, black dogs versus light-colored ones. Now, I admit it. I'm large. Bracha thinks that they gave me to her for many reasons, but size wise, we are a bit of a surprising pair. Besides Rocko and Casper, who are both male golden retrievers, we have never seen any guide dogs who are bigger than me! I weigh 35 kilos, and most of Bracha's friends' dogs don't even weigh 30.

Now I know that some people find this difficult. It's, er, a little bit more difficult to squeeze into little places like taxi cabs and private cars. But usually I manage to scrunch in under the glove compartment and fold up like a jack knife and pop in like a cork into a bottle. But I admit it's not always easy.

But the color thing is just beyond me. Why don't people like black dogs? Nuala is Black, and Saoirse was black. And so are Turner, Dessa, Disney, Hugo, and lots of other dogs and they are pretty. And if I were black taxi drivers would complain a lot less about my hairs in their taxis. People are so strange. Bracha explained to me that the dark colored dogs have different jeans. First, in order to be black you have to be a Labrador retriever. And you have to have jeans that make black or brown fur, and jeans that make the color actually appear in your fur! Now, why would they wear jeans?

Now I have to mention that the Rotem was here. She couldn't even go to school because she was sick, and did a lot of sleeping. So I slept with her and kept an eye on her, too. And now she's better and we took her back home on the train again. And it's pouring rain outside. Think I'll stay by the fireplace until it dries out outside.

The Pool - Where everyone likes me!

2011-03-01T13:55:00.002+02:00

Guide dogs are allowed in the area of a swimming pool (not in the water!). You bet! We've got it down to a set routine. First I get in the back of the car and lie quietly on the way to the pool. When we get there the guard says good morning and holds the side door open so that we don't have to go through the turnstile. After all, they know who we are. Then I trot straight to the locker room to our special corner, where Bracha opens our little locker and takes out her swimming gear, rubber clogs, and my water bowl. Usually there's someone in the locker room to say hello - even ask what my name is or how old I am. Then we trot out to the pool.
There is a special place where Bracha clips my leash to the fence and puts my water bowl down next to me. Then I have to start work. I have to keep an eye on Bracha while she is in the water. Sure, they have a lifeguard there, but I consider myself far more competent and effective. I turn my head back and forth and everyone comments on what a good jog I do watching and following Bracha in the water. And maybe Bracha doesn't know it, but there is one man who comes by and kisses me on my head.
Now the funny part comes. Near where I sit is a little house. It's made of wood and smells like warm wood, and Bracha gets out of the pool and goes in there. It must be very hot inside, but I now know that in a few minutes she'll come out again. SO I'm no longer frightened when Bracha goes in there. I sit quietly until she comes out. Then I wait quietly in the locker room until it's time to pack up and leave.
Now, I'm curious as to why the man who owns the pool once told Bracha that I might bother people there and that he wasn't sure I could go in because he might lose business. How silly! Everyone loves me at the pool. Yesterday it was raining so hard that Bracha left me home where I would be safe and dry, and she said everyone missed me and asked about me!

Down the Stairs. No Choice.

2011-02-26T15:16:00.002+02:00

Bracha did it. She Called Ami and told him all about my antics on the stairs at the train station. She did tell him that besides that, I behave beautifully and that I've been a good dog. So I was saved from total disgrace. How is it that Bracha and Ami just don't understand that those stairs give me the creeps? Ami thinks that maybe something happened to me on the stairs once - maybe someone stepped on my paws or tail, or bumped us with a suitcase runnning to the train. Who knows. Maybe even I don't know.
Ami told Bracha to make the leash short, leave go of my harness, and order me to go. That will leave me no choice. Sometimes I even start balking when we turn into the train station, or after we go through the turnstile. I know those stairs are coming...I don't know why I do this. I love the train, the stop we make to give me a drink at the water cooler that I always find all by myself, the soft blue carpeting and the nice rhythm of the train as it goes down the tracks and lulls me to sleep. But I'm only a dog. Not every thing I do is logical.

Going Down the Stairs

2011-02-17T19:25:00.002+02:00

I know it's not logical. But every time we get to the top of the stairs at the train station, I stop. This can be very disconcerting for Bracha if we are in a hurry to catch a train. The people in Nahariya are always there to open the gate for us rather than letting us make our way through the turnstile. Sometimes the train is directly in front of us and when Bracha tells me "Suki, to the door!" we pop over to the door, I stand in front of it, and we open it and get on. Other times Bracha insists upon going down the stairs, through the underground tunnel and up the other side to another train - even though there is a train on the platform in front of us! I don't like this. I stand at the top of the steep stairs and they lead down into the dark tunnel and I don't want to go. I know Bracha does not want to pull me forward down the stairs. That would be a dangerous thing to do. Food might get me to go a step or two and even the clicker will coax me down one more step, but I balk something awful. I don't like it down there. Even petting me and speaking to me softly doesn't make me feel better.
Bracha checked everything: Is my collar or harness too tight so that when I go down the stairs I feel uncomfortable? Nope.
Are the stairs slippery or do they make me feel unsure of my footing? Nope.
Is there something at the bottom of the stairs I don't like? Bracha doesnot know. She can't see what's down there from the top and can't smell like I can. And I can't tell her.
Do I think that she's making a mistake by not getting on the train and choosing to go down the stairs? I may be a smart-alek golden retriever and maybe I think I know which train is the right one, but Bracha says that is not for me to decide.
"Suki!" Bracha said, "Are we going to have to call Ami and consult with him?" Now that means that this is definitely unacceptable and getting out of hand. So next time we are in town we are going to go to the station and give the stairs a good going over when we are not in a hurry. I promise to try. Anything but being reported to Ami!

New Friends and Oh More Rain!

2011-02-16T14:21:00.003+02:00

After the nonsense that I did last week at the guide dog owners' meeting in Tel Aviv, I decided that this week I'd be on my absolute best behavior. I was admired by everyone on the train and behaved beautifully, as well as in the meeting itself where I lay sleeping for hours next to Bracha's chair. And this was despite the excitement of meeting so many new friends! There was even Dessa, a lovely black labrador from America! She belongs to Ibrahim, and of course, he speaks to her in English! She's a delicate black dog with lovely shiny fur. He must brush her all the time just like Bracha brushes me. It was interesting to hear how Ibrahim had learned to work with Dessa. For instance, Dessa is not allowed on moving stairs without boots. Here we are allowed to go up and down moving stairs if Bracha picks me up quickly by the harness at the end so that I don't get my paws caught between the stair and the metal plate. It seems all the guide dog schools in Israel and America have different rules, but they are all made to keep us safe and working well.

Boy was I glad to get our for a bit today and run! The entire front yard looks like one big puddle and we went out to the field out back and I let out a lot of pent up energy. And now guess what? It's raining again!

We Need Our Fur!

2011-02-14T14:59:00.002+02:00

Here we are in the middle of winter with all our fur! I'm beginning to look more like a golden retriever. No matter how hard I try I just can't grow fur that's honey-colored, but I know Bracha loves me the way I am - a white golden retriever!

Shaping Up

2011-02-10T21:11:00.003+02:00

Bracha and I are still working hard on my discipline at home. And I know I'm doing much better because I get praised when I come quickly when Bracha calls me. We've done a lot of obedience lessons in the yard - more than usual - and I sit still while Bracha walks all around the big hedge of bamboo, disappears, and then comes back again to find me exactly in the right place. So I know things are improving and I can do it. I also walked all the way from the pool back to Nahariya and helped get out of the way of several bike riders and even a police car that was parked across the entire sidewalk. A policewoman helped Bracha and me walk around the car because we had to walk in the road. It was just like in training when something blocks the entire sidewalk and you have to go into the street.

Now that I've told you how good I've been, I have to tell you about something that I did that was really out of order. I made Bracha fall down. I still feel awful about it and know it won't happen again. Here's what happened. We arrived at the place in Tel Aviv where all the guide dog people meet. We got out of the taxi and there was Sheleg, a really nice dog who belongs to Oren. And I made a run for him while Bracha was holding onto my harness! Bracha went flying and fell down. She just looked at me when she got up and said "NO!" and "ARTZA!" I lay down and put my head on my paws. Then she crossed her armas and looked down at me. I was so sorry that if I could sob I would have burst into tears. And Sheleg kept romping with me while Bracha was talking to the others all day, so I had to stay in the office, rather than be in the room with Shadow, Sheleg, Tommy, Alice, Disney, Jamie, and Wendy. I deserved it.
So I promise to be good. I know I'm a big powerful dog and I can hurt Bracha if I'm not careful. And Bracha has talked to me about it, and I've promised again and again. No rough-housing near Bracha. No lunging or running when I'm in harness. I know it's important. Bracha has to be able to trust me.

Working and Shirking

2011-02-01T08:15:00.002+02:00

It's cold! I'm lucky to have thick fur, which is now plush and very wavey. Either it's raining or the wind is blowing outside or both. I'm always happy when we get home and Bracka dries me off with a towel and I can settle down in front of the stove and warm up.

Now, I've got to admit I've been a bit slack about my obedience during my free time lately. I've begun to wander off in the yard and get occupied - mostly with avocados, which are always tempting. So Bracha and I had a talk, and we agreed to work on getting me well disciplined again. First of all, I'm not allowed to be free in the yard any more unless Bracha is outside. Then when I get let off leash, she calls me periodically, and I get a treat and occasionally a click with the clicker when I come quickly. And that reminded me of how I used to be. So I'm determined to behave and be able to be trusted again. I know I can do it. But oh, those avocados. They are so tempting!

Talking to Big Kids

2011-01-27T21:11:00.000+02:00

I must admit that when Bracha goes to lecture to kindergarten kids, I get a little bored lying on the floor quietly listening. But talking to ninth-graders is a different matter altogether. They were sharp. Bracha asked them really hard questions, and they had some really interesting things to say. I kept myself awake because I didn't want to miss a thing. And when the lecture was over and Bracha took my harness off, boy did I get a petting!
Bracha: When you think of a person who can't see, what kind of connotations come to your mind? You can say negative things, too. That's OK. We need to talk about this and we'll work on it.
The kids: Bind people need help. They are helpless. They depend on others. They are smart. Their other senses are sharper than people who see.
Bracha asked them how they felt if they saw a person with a cane and a person with a dog.
The kids: When someone has a dog people keep away more. Some people don't like tampering with dogs. A blind person walking with a dog walks faster. Walking with a dog is safer because the dog will bark if something is wrong. (Bracha explained that I rarely bark, but it was a good thought.) Someone with a cane has to feel their way along. The dog knows where it's going.
And Bracha got a lot of tough questions to answer, too:
How do you cook? How do you know when the gas is on? (Bracha: Go home, get a plastic knife, close your eyes, and try cutting an apple or a tomato. You'll find that if you are careful you can do it.)
Why can't you wear glasses if you can't see? Wouldn't that help?
How do you tell bills apart? What if someone wants to cheat you? (Bracha said there were dishonest people everywhere, and sometimes people even try to cheat people who see, but cheating someone who doesn't is even worse.)
What happens when you go somewhere you've never been before? How does your dog know where to go?
Well, they kept at it for a long time, and Bracha told them about the time I pushed her out of the way of the man on a bike on the sidewalk by the highway, and I was so proud! She explained to the children that I have something called in tell a gent diss oh bee dience. I think that means that if Bracha tells me to walk into the street and I see a car coming, I'll disobey and not go. Anyway, I'm glad I have it because it sounds like something useful to have. And she told them about how dangerous hybrid cars are because they can't be heard, and how difficult it is for me to tell when the street begins if there is a ramp and no curb to stand on and wait. I hope we get to talk to some more big kids. They are so interesting!

"We've already got enough stickers."

2011-01-19T19:33:00.003+02:00

Need I relate the routine again?
HaMashbir. Entrance.
Security guard. (this time a woman)
You can't come in with a dog.
You have to let me in, it's the law.
I'm going to check.
Sure, go check. But I'm going in. Kadima, Suki. Up the escelator, and back up to the manager's office.
The manager, a woman decked out in so much clanking jewelry that she made as much noise as my collar with all its tags, finished talking on the phone and turned to us.
Bracha explained the problem. Also that it was the third time that a guard had turned us out and that evidently no one had taken the trouble to consistently inform the constantly changing security guards of the law. (As if Bracha really thourhg they would.)
"I'll be happy to come back tomorrow with a sticker that we can put on the door saying that guide dogs for the blind are allowed in the store. That would save me having to go through the unpleasantness of being told I can't come in, and would save you having to constantly inform changing security guards," offered Bracha politely.
"Oh, no!" the manager objected. "Goodness, we already have too many stickers."
She promised to inform the guard.
"Stay calm," I said to Bracha. There is no point in losing our temper. We need to get some more aggressive people onto this together with us.
And seemingly we have. AFter a long trip past Acco Bracha sat down with R. from "ISrael Accessability ASsociation. Now this woman isn't polite at all to security guards. She was waiting in the doorway of Aroma in Acco, but the guard at the entrance to the mall was not any part of Aroma's usual hospitality.
"You can't bring a dog in here."
Bracha answered him that she could. And suddenly there was a new voice. R. let him have it. "You be quiet and don't interfere! Guide dogs are allowed in here."
We marched in past him and Bracha and R. shook hands and sat down. The guard went on jabbering about well, the dog could come in, but it mustn't run around loose.
Run around loose? For goodness sakes, why does he think I came here with Bracha?
"Don't be ridiculous," countered R. "It's a guide dog. It stays with her all the time." And to Bracha and me: "What ignorance!"
Then I lay down under the table and listened to Bracha and R. talk about how they were going to cooperate and make sure that the authorities are informed every time we are told we can't go in somewhere. And I have a feeling that there is going to be some action soon. Ilana, the nice woman from the store in the alley whose son has a guide dog, too, told Bracha on no uncertain terms that if we were told we can't go into Hamashbir again we should go to the police. Not letting a guide dog into a store is an offense.

One of my cleaner moments

2011-01-15T10:07:00.004+02:00

Here I am, during one of the rare moments when my paws are not covered in mud and I can bask in the winter sunshine!

I'd rather be damp.

2011-01-12T20:27:00.002+02:00

What a wonderful day we had! First we went to the pool as usual, and everyone there petted me. I even have one suitor who gives me a kiss every time he passes me, but I'm not sure Bracha knows about this. From there we went to Nahariya and eventually we ended up at the beach! It was cold, but I didn't care, and went dashing into the water. The warm wind soon dried me off and I rested while Bracha got something to eat and gave me water at Aroma. Then we got to go to the dentist. Bracha doesn't mind going there too much and everyone there loves me, too, except for the assistant Luba who is afraid of me. So I made sure to stay tucked in a corner at a safe distance. Not only that, but when we got home Bracha took me on a long walk, and I er, got a bit muddy. Well, admittedly much more than a bit. And that doesn't go with this new carpet we have. So I dned up in the shower where Bracha scrubbed me down and toweled me off. Then Bracha attempted to entice me to get close to something in her hand. It was not something I felt comfortable with. It was shaped like a little gun and made a horrible noise like that thing Bracha uses to vacuum up my dog hair off the floor, but this blew hot air out instead of sucking in. She tried to entice me to get close to it with treats, but I stood my ground. There was no way she was going to blow that thing on me! Finally she gave up and I settled down in my bed, a bit damp but happy that she turned the thing off.
Oh, and by the way, the office from Bituach Leumi where we were told by the guard that we could not go in last week called. They put the head of the office on the lne, and he apologized to Bracha. He and Bracha agreed that they would put a sticker on the front door. Just what I wanted in the first place. If I see a picture of a guide dog on a door, I know that no one can turn us away!

How Very Ironic

2011-01-07T15:10:00.003+02:00

We don't tolerate being told we can't go into a store, restaurant, or any other place. But to be told we can't go in to the offices of the national insurance in Nahariya was the epitome of insult, ignorance, and negligence. Here we were, going into a government office that specifically deals with people with disabilities. And the guy at the door gives Bracha the usual tripe.
"You can't come in here with a dog."
Bracha gives him the usual answer.
"I'll go and check it."
"Sorry," says Bracha. "It's against the law not to let me in. I'm not waiting outside for you to check with anyone," and goes in. She marches straight to the counter and waits until the woman is free.
"How is it possible that in the office of Bituach Leumi the guard tells a person with a guide dog that they can't come in?"
The woman apologizes profusely. The security guard at the desk offers an excuse. "He doesn't know about the law."
Bracha insists that it is their responsibility to inform the guard at the door about the law before he begins his job and not wait for insulting incidents to happen before they tell him. "Tell me, if a person came to the door in a wheelchair, would he tell them they can't come in, too? Why do I have to be subjected to insult because you haven't bothered to inform the guard about the law? If government offices don't bather to adhere to the law, how can we expect other people to?" I know the people were already convinced that Bracha was right, but she had to let off steam. It is, after all, very insulting to be subjected to this all the time.
Sometimes I wonder how people can be so ignorant. Now all we have to do is wait for all the letters we sent to arrive. And I think we'll go in there in another week or two just to see if they set things right.

Bracha, Come Rescue Me! I'm Wet!

2011-01-05T13:01:00.003+02:00

Mind you, I love water. That is, swimming in it. but when it comes to going out in the rain, I'm less enthusiastic. If I have to get my fur wet and don't have the fun of swimming, it just isn't worth it! I do wish I could jump into the pool with Bracha, but I know that's not allowed. So I'm usually content to lie quietly in my spot near the edge and watch everyone in the water, making sure I keep a good eye on Bracha.

Now today was a bit different. It was raining hard and I kept shaking myself as we walked from the car to the pool. And it continued raining even when we were in the pool. The rain on the plastic roof was very noisy, and I soon noticed that Bracha felt that water was coming down from the roof into the pool. Then she got out and checked that I was dry and not getting rained on. But soon I noticed that the floor was getting wet and water was rapidly oozing over to where I was lying, so I stood up. I looked at Bracha appealingly. Do I have to lie here where it's wet?
Certainly not! Bracha got out of the pool again and came over and she could tell that the floor was getting pretty wet. "Come on Suki. I'll take you where it's dry and warm." And off we went to the locker room and Bracha dried me off with a towel. How lucky I am that Bracha doesn't want me to get wet and cold! And when are they going to fix the roof?

Modeling my New Carpet

2011-01-03T18:56:00.001+02:00

Of course, it was purchased expecially for me to lie on...here I am in my favorite position.

Presto! Where did that dog come from?

2010-12-31T11:21:00.002+02:00

The best part of our trip this week to Tel Aviv was when I went to sleep in the little niche between the seats on the train. I crawled deep inside and stretched out to go to sleep where no one would step on my paws and tail. And believe me, I was glad to get out of the way. The train was packed with people and I was tired from maneuvering through the mall and down the moving stairs and along the crowded train platform. But when we got as far as Kiryat Motzkin, I woke up and decided to crawl out and beg Bracha for a pat and a treat. Presto! Out I came! Imagine the surprise of the people on the train who had gotten on after our stop and didn't even know I was there! It was like being a magician! What fun to see the people all surprised at the big white dog crawling out and standing in the aisle!

And if that wasn't all, I got taken to two kindergartens where Bracha told the children all about me. Now those little kids will know more about guide dogs than a lot of adults do. They know what I do, what my harness is for, and not to touch and pet me when I'm working. They also know there is a law that says that I am allowed everywhere. Now they can help teach all those adults like the guard at the supermarket who just can't learn that I'm allowed inside. How is it that some children are smarter than grownups?

A visit to the Vet

2010-12-26T14:04:00.002+02:00

I had a nasty feeling when we got to the bus stop on Herzl Street that we were going to that awful place where I get shots. So I dejectedly put my head on my paws and waited for the bus. I knew I could make one more try to avoid going in there when we arrived. which, of course, I did. I ground to a halt outside the door of the clinic and made sure Bracha understood that I didn't want to go in. Does she think I don't remember her trying to con me inside last time? But Bracha just bent town and patted me and talked softly in my ear and there was no avoiding it - we had to go in. But that didn't mean I didn't stall outside the waiting room door and attempt to get out again!
The first thing they did was get me to stand on the scale. Bracha stood on it with me so that I wouldn't be afraid and then she got off. I weigh the same as I did last time - 36 kilo and 100 grams! The vet looked at me admiringly and said that I was just fine, and that I must not get any heavier than this. I know Petel has been dieting and she has lost three kilo! But I'm longer than Petel and therefore can have, er, a few extra kilo. And then it came. I got a shot. Bracha held me and both Avi and Noam were holding out treats for me, and I soon forgot about the shot since it was over anyway. Then Avi checked my ears, paws, and dew claws and nails. All OK.
Why is it I get so worked up about it when in the end it is nothing?
And Avi and Noam said I was the prettiest golden retriever in the entire clinic! They told Bracha waht a lovely dog I was! So I left happy and proud. And now I don't have to have another shot for another three months!

Welcome Guide Dogs!

2010-12-24T09:54:00.002+02:00

Tel Aviv sure is a big city. Bracha and I drove to a place in the city where we had never been before and we walked down a street in the dark, but Bracha just took Rotem's hand and we walked right down the sidewalk and I led the way. Soon we got to a restaurant and when we got to the door I couldn't believe my eyes! There was a little blue sticker on the door with a picture of a person with a guide dog, and it said "Welcome!" This was a restaurant where they wanted people with guide dogs to come in! Now, why couldn't we just make thousands and thousands of these little stickers and put them everywhere, and then there would be no questions asked? As we walked down the street I saw there were a lot of other restaurants with the same sticker on the door. How wonderful!
Now what I don't understand is why some people are so afraid of me. ON the train on the way back Bracha sat down in the first seat available. There weren't a lot of seats. Suddenly a woman started screaming "No, no! he's touching me! Get him away from me!" We suddenly realized that, er, she was talking about me. Bracha asked her to please stop shouting and she would be glad to put me in the aisle, where there was also little room. But she was still upset. Evidently she was unhappy because I was next to her baby. But I love babies! This baby was smaller than the Emma, and I know I would have loved just sitting next to it, but finally a nice man across the aisle offered to change places with Bracha to quiet things down.
So I finally went to sleep and there was no more arguing. I hope this mother eventually decides to give her baby a chance to play with dogs. Otherwise he or she will miss out on a lot of fun when they are growing up!

Excuse me, but you're breaking the Law.

2010-12-17T18:02:00.002+02:00

Here we were, entering the department store in Nahariya when suddenly the security guard stopped us and said that we were not allowed inside. This was new. We had never had any trouble here before. No doubt a new guard unaware of the law. Bracha sighed, pulled out her little card, and explained.

"excuse me, but what you are doing is against the law. This is a guide dog for the blind. She's allowed everywhere, without exception."

The guard grudgingly looked at the card.

"What can I tell you? I can't let you in."

"What can you tell me?" replied Bracha. "You can tell me good morning and please come in just like everyone else." Meanwhile a woman, impatient with the doorway being blocked, shoved her way through.

""All right, all right, why are you shouting?"

"I'm not shouting," said Bracha. I'm simply telling you that I have a right to shop here just like everyone else."

Bracha selected some socks and paid for them, and then asked the checkout lady where she could find the store manager. Uh oh. Here we go again. Su up the escalator we went to the little office. There Bracha asked for the manager, but he was not there. She explained the problem. The woman immediately apologized and said she would take care of the matter. She called down to the guard and asked him why he had shouted at Bracha.

"When she leaves, you are to apologize to her."

Bracha asked her to please tell the manager that each new security guard should be instructed about the law and left. And sure enough, when we left the store the guard apologized.

Happy Birthday Suki!

2010-12-15T11:51:00.003+02:00

I'm three! No more "almost three" when people ask how old I am! Today we went to the pool and then went to town and as Bracha promised, there was a special trip to the pet store. We came away with a brand new bed for me, and if that wasn't all, I got a new rawhide bone and rope toy. After a year I totally destroyed my other one and it was time for a new one. So I'm so happy with my presents. Now Nuala can have my old bed, which was a bit small anyway, and then there won't be any more jostling for the soft bed at night any more!

Now I have to tell you about the weekend because it was very special. We went to the folk festival again! I was delighted to be back at the Kinneret and it was a bit chilly for swimming, but I did manage a good run on the beach and around the lawn before the storm hit. And the biggest surprise was that Bracha got on stage and sang my song! I was so proud when she introduced it that I stood up in the front row and barked. I couldnot resist. And the entire audience laughed and clapped, so I barked again just to make sure that everyone had heard. There was no way that I wasn't going to get to say something as well. And I stood in the middle of the circle in the Irish session and made sure that all the jigs and reels were especially lively. I had a wonderful time.
Now winter is really here! It rains and hails, and there are flashes of lightening and crashing thunder. I'm not afraid of these things because I know if Bracha isn't than I have nothing to worry about. It sort of reminded me of Saoirse who used to be afraid of thunder and I used to snuggle up against her and make her feel better. And even Nuala, who usually likes to be outside, comes in when it's cold and rainy. So now we can look forward to cuddling up beside the stove together all winter long.

Here I am with my new bed, my new rope toy, and rawhide bone!

Fire and Water

2010-12-04T08:13:00.003+02:00

It's been a busy week. There was little time for hiking or swimming with Nuala, but Bracha took me to two more schools. At the first one I met my friend Yuni, as well as Yudka (I think she speaks Russian!), Norma, and another guide dog named Chica. Some of the people let the children walk with their dogs, but Bracha does not approve of this, and only let some kids take me on leash to do busy at the edge of the school yard. I had to sit and listen as Bracha talked to the children, and they were pretty noisy, but I had it easy. The other dogs had to walk through an obstacle course again and again. But later in the week we went to a school and only Bracha and I were there. Bracha talked to the kids and the teachers said they were more quiet than they ever were in class. That's because they were so interested in me! Now, these kids were smart! They asked a lot of interesting questions and Bracha answered them and we showed them how much better walking with a dog is than walking with a cane.
Now on the way back something pretty scary started going on. Deep inside me, as in all animals, there is a fear of fire and smoke. And when we took the bus from the school back to Haifa there was a strong smell of smoke in the air and sure enough, the whole big mountain was on fire! I felt very unhappy and skittery and kept gazing out the window, and so were all the other people on the bus.
We finally got to Tel Aviv and people lit candles and everyone started giving out presents. Bracha gave the Rotem an umbrella that she could color on with markers, and Rotem started decorating it right away, but there is still no rain, only wind and fire outside. And then I got a present, too! Saba and Savta gave me a doughnut - shaped chew toy and a little bag of treets! I was so happy that I settled down right then and there in the middle of the carpet and went to work on the chew toy.
And even on the train on the way back from Tel Aviv there were still flames and I smelt smoke. I hope they put that fire out soon. I don't like it.

School Again

2010-11-26T09:38:00.002+02:00

Bracha took me to school again. This was a special school that had little buildings for classrooms, and they even had a round classroom that was very special. But I enjoyed it all because I got a lot of attention and petting. Larry and a new friend, Tommy, also came, and the three of us were very impressive. Then Bracha and I had to get up in front of all the children and walk through the obstacle course. I'm not sure why we do this: I already know how to walk an obstacle course and things that are much harder. But Bracha and Eli insisted, so I walked through, even did it again for the second group of children. but when Bracha commanded me to turn around and walk back through it again the other way, I just couldn't figure it out. I thought she had made a mistake and I'd better turn her around and keep going in the same direction and besides, I was getting a little tired of it. And to make things even more difficult there was a cat that kept appearing on the edge of the lawn. Well, Bracha didn't like the fact that I was told to go forward through the obstacle course again and I decided to stand still!
"You stubborn golden retriever! Kadima! This isn't the time for stubbornness!"
Oh, there was that cat again. I stood my ground.
"Psssst, Suki, Kadima!" Bracha meant business. There were 150 children watching us and I was supposed to make a good impression of an obedient and dependable guide dog, so I decided that fun and distraction would have to be reconciled for the sake of publicity, so I went back through the obstacle course again. What do they think I am? A newly trained dog?
Well, I guess it was worth it. At the end they gave me a little bag of treats with a note that said "Suki, you are a wonderful and excellent guide dog." I was so happy! They even gave Bracha some home-baked cookies too because they knew she could not eat mine.
The only thing I regret about this visit is that when they took us on the tour of the community and showed us the lovely lake with the little bridge over it and the green lawn next to it, I was not allowed to go for a swim! It would have been paradise! But when Bracha and I stood on the little bridge she looked down and petted me and I knew she was thinking that if she could, she would have let me off leash right then and there!

A Day with my Best Friend Petel

2010-11-21T20:35:00.003+02:00

I've met a lot of dogs and Nuala and I are always happy together, but I think of all the guide dogs Petel is my best friend. We were together at Beit Oved in the same cage and ever since then we get all excited every time we see each other.

Today we got on a bus and went into Nahariya to the train station and Bracha told me Petel was coming and to help her find her and Liron when they got off the train. Bracha woke me up when the train pulled into the station and I stood up on the platform, shook myself, and looked for Petel. Sure enough, there she was as Bracha had promised! We did the usual jumping about until we got out of the station and started walking down the street - all the way to the beach!
Well, you can't imagine how excited I was! To go to the beach and have Petel there too! At first she was a bit scared of going in, but once she saw how much fun I was having she got in the water as well. When we were both good and worn out Bracha and Liron washed us off and we walked down to a restaurant, where we were quite content to rest under the table. This is an especially nice restaurant where the waiters and waitresses treat guide dogs and their owners really nicely, helping with the menu, making suggestions, and offering us dogs water. After that we got on the bus and went back to Ben Ami.

For once I was pretty tired running through the field, but I was happy just strolling along with Petel and Nuala. Petel doesn't have such nice places to walk in Tel Aviv, and I think she was happy in such a big open place where there were no cars. And all too soon it was time for Petel and Liron to get in a taxi and go home. I lay on my rug, a bit sad, but more tired out than anything. And I know Petel will come visit me again. After all, I did share my rope toys and my treats, and I know Bracha was poud of me.

Home Alooooone

2010-11-18T15:22:00.002+02:00

I hate being left home alone. Yesterday when Bracha clipped me on my chain to my place on my little rug and left me a kong with peanut butter and a bowl of water and a bone I knew something was up her sleeve, and as soon as she shut the door I started barking. I just don't like it when Bracha goes off without me. but I know sometimes I'm better off at home. What fun is it for me to sit under the table a dinner surrounded by lots of smells of food that I can't have anyway? I guess she's right. But I still don't like it. And I think she has plans to leave me home next week and not take me to the turkey dinner with her friends. It would be so tempting for me smelling that roast turkey all evening (though Bracha is a vegetarian and can't stand it).

But I do get to go to the pool and we are doing very well there. I have my own little place where Bracha clips my leash and I can watch her swim and take a drink of water from my bowl whenever I want. And no one objects to my being there! Today for the first time the life guard came up and asked if he could ask a question. "Do you have permission to bring your dog here?" Bracha answered politely that I'm a guide dog and don't need any permission - I already have permission from the Knesset. So there.

Now it's already the end of November but it's still summer. And Bracha has promised me that we are going to the beach again on Sunday - perhaps even with Petel! Hooray! I want it to be summer all year round!

Meeting the Minister of Well Fare

2010-11-16T14:24:00.004+02:00

Today Bracha took me to Haifa to stand in a demonstration with the rehabilitation teachers and meet the Minister of Well Fair. Now, I don't quite understand why he's called the Minister of Well Fair because he doesn't seem to be doing things well, and what he is doing is not fair. But he's a politician and politicians are never quite honest.

We stood there waiting for a while and finally the Minister Herzog arrived. He shook hands with everyone there, including Bracha. Some of the teachers began accosting him and telling him he had better get some money together and pay their salaries so they could go back to work. Sometimes they argued and when that happened it was sort of like a lot of dogs barking all at once - nobody hearing anyone else. Then things quieted down and Bracha told him that she did not approve of outsourcing services that should be provided by the government, and he attempted to brush her off, saying that that had been 30 years ago, but Bracha said that didn't mean things couldn't be made right and that the government had to be responsible for tending to all its citizens. He did stay to talk with us and everyone was pleased that he had stayed to listen. . Then he went inside to do whatever ministers do inside.

There were some other exciting people there in addition to the minister, though. We met a lot of other rehabilitation teachers and a man whose name was Ilan who has a guide dog called Rio, whom I made friends with right away. Ilan cannot see or hear, and he is a very special because he is determined to communicate to people despite the fact that he cannot see or hear, and knows how to use a computer that does everything he needs to communicate with people. He whipped out a tiny laptop out of his bag and showed Bracha the tiny screen and braille keyboard. Evidently he's a real whiz, but I could not understand what Bracha said to him because Shosh and his rehabilitation teacher showed Bracha how to communicate with him by writing on his hand. Bracha got his email address and will write to him. When the minister met him he shook his hand and Ilan's teacher later explained to him that he had shaken hands with the minister, and explained to Herzog that Ilan could not speak to him or hear him and that she was his teacher and he and a lot of other people needed her help. And if that doesn't convince the minister of well fair that he had better solve the problem, I don't know what will.

We Won!

2010-11-12T14:11:00.002+02:00

I could tell that when we got into the room where the meeting of the Aguda was being held that everyone was excited. There were, as usual, dozens of dogs there, but of course the only one I paid any attention to was Petel. She and I lay on the floor in the aisle licking and pawing at each other. She is, really, my best friend among all the guide dogs.

Anyway, for the past two weeks all I have seen Bracha do is sit with a phone held to one ear. Sometimes she would talk on one and the other one would ring as well. She called this "camp Ayning". I don't know what this has to do with camping, but it sure requires a lot of talking on the phone and writing at the computer.

Well, I soon figured out what was going on. There were about 14 people who wanted to camp ayn like Bracha and her friends and be elected to the board, and soon each one of them got up to talk. Bracha stood up and talked to all the people and I could tell she was excited and happy. A lot of people yelled and whistled when she was through so I guess they liked what she had to say. When she sat down again I jumped up and put my paws in her lap to show her I was excited, too. Then all the people started going out to vote and the excitement got higher and higher.

Finally, after we had eaten some sandwiches outside (I admit to helping to clean up the floor) everyone went in to hear the results. Bracha and I went to stand with Adi, Guy, Benny, Erez, and all the other people who had been campaigning together and they started reading off names, but they didn't call Bracha's name, or Adi's, or Benny's or Erez's or Guy's name until the very last. That meant they had gotten the most votes and they had won. Then everyone started screaming and hugging and I jumped up on Bracha because I was so excited, too.

So now Bracha is on the executive board! And if Benny, Guy, Adi, and Erez are on the executive board, than, well, naturally, Turner, Alice, Lady, and Yuni and I are, too. We promise to do a good job! And we will sit under the table quietly at meetings, and oh yes, clean up the cookie crumbs.

It's a Long Way Off

2010-11-07T20:54:00.002+02:00

Now, I know it's a long way off. But Bracha talked to me about my retirement when I finish working. I think the reason she had it on her mind was because she talked to two other women. One of them had a dog who worked until she was 14 and went on to the place where guide doggies go. Another is still working and he's 11! She doesn't believe in retiring dogs at all!

Now, I guess it's nice to be with your owner but I can't imagine that I'll have the energy when I'm old to go running around the way Bracha and I do. Today, for example, we got lost in the suburb of Yoseftal going to the clinic. Bracha thought it would be nicer for us to walk through the neighborhood rather than along the highway, but we took a wrong turn and soon we were exploring new streets where we had never been before. It took us almost an hour to get there, and I had to work hard all the way.

The other woman Bracha talked to was just about to retire her dog. She was not seeing well and could no longer work as a guide dog , and they had a little apartment and could not keep two large dogs. They were going to give the retired dog to a family who would give her a loving home, but it would be far away. The new family was about to come see her and decide whether or not to take her and give her a new home.

Now I'm not sure I like the sound of this either. Go live with someone else? Work hard all my life until I can't work any more? But Bracha got down on the floor next to me like she does when we have to have a really serious talk. And she told me something wonderful. She has two dogs now. Before she had three. So there would always be room for me here - even if I have to retire and Bracha gets another dog to help her get around. I can live a life of leisure when I retire years and years from now. And I will always live here with her. We have plenty of room. She will never give me away ever. That made me so happy that I just licked her face and closed my eyes and sighed and went back to sleep. And what was that about going to the beach for a run tomorrow?

But why am I wondering about these things now? I'm going to be three in another month and a half! I have lots and lots of years to work yet!

It's Hard to Believe

2010-11-05T21:37:00.005+02:00

One year ago - leaving Beit Oved and coming home for the first time!
It's hard to believe, but it's been a whole year since Bracha and I came home from Beit Oved together and she led me into the house for the first time. I was more than a bit skittery - er, a bit thinner than I am now because I was pretty stressed out from three weeks of getting to know Bracha and working hard on the course every day. But I felt sure that I would be in good hands - even when Saoirse and Nuala and all the other dogs barked and ran out at me for the first time.

At first Bracha was scared even to open the front door. She was afraid I'd run away! And I was more than a bit scared of going out alone as well. All those dogs outside! The first time I got off leash outdoors and dashed off she was terrified. But I came back, of course. Today Bracha even lets me stay outside without her being there with me. I love to lay on the patio in the sun or even on the lawn, and I admit I occasionally wander off, but Bracha never really worries when I meander into the orchard a bit. She knows that when she blows her whistle I'll come back. So I think we've come a long way.

And for all Bracha complains about people who hassle us, there is a place where she doesn't like to go too much but I love it. It's the dental clinic. Kids are always crying there and the adults don't seem to feel very happy there either. But the moment Bracha and I walk in there the entire place goes crazy. The secretaries come out from behind their desks. The doctors and nurses come out of the little treatment rooms, and everyone is calling me, wanting to give me water, and pet me. And that makes Bracha forget that she has to have her teeth taken care of and makes her happy. And that reminds me, I have to remind her to buy me some more toothpaste!

Who says dogs don't remember?

2010-11-02T13:31:00.002+02:00

Last night when Bracha took me out into the yard to throw my rope toy around it was almost dark. I had a great time running after my toy and bringing it back to Bracha and dropping it so that she'd throw it again. And when we were through playing I threw my head back happily and the rope sailed out of my mouth into the garden. But it was dark and we couldn't find it.

"No matter," said Bracha. "Come in and eat and we'll find it tomorrow."

So this morning after we got back from the pool we went outside again. Bracha asked me, "Suki, ayfo hachevel? Where's your rope"

Well, what else did she expect me to do except fish it out from among the bushes where it had been lying since last night? After all I remembered where it fell.

Now, a word about going to the new pool. Strange how the man in charge was so upset about my coming into the pool. He was afraid I'd attack someone, or that customers would leave the pool and hurt his business. But everyone loves me there. Even the life guard asks if he can pet me and sees how I watch Bracha in the water constantly and lie quietly. And people are always asking Bracha about me and admiring me. Funny, it doesn't seem like anyone there has a problem with my being there except the manager.

And hey, we're running for office! Bracha is running for the board of the Israeli Guide Dog Users! And if she's running, well, so am I! I want them to vote for us! We'll make sure no one ever throws us out of anywhere again!

A Handy Dog to have Around

2010-10-27T12:04:00.002+02:00

I know I can avoid obstacles, stop at curbs, cross streets, find ATM machines, garbage cans, and benches. But today I really outdid myself. Here's what happened.

Bracha and I cut through the fields on the way out of the moshav today to go to town. Things were going well. I pushed up against Bracha and made her go over to the right side of the sidewalk when she didn't see a man coming along on a bike. And Bracha praised me when she realized what had happened. She also gave me a lot of petting and praise when I walked very nicely through town. But when we got back home Bracha realized that her cell phone was missing. Bracha's phone is very important to her. It has all her friends' phone numbers in it, and has an expensive program in it that makes it talk and chatter all the time all by itself and makes the letters and numbers big so she can see them. So she was pretty upset that it was lost.

She clipped my leash on and we wet out over the fields where we had gone in the morning. Bracha brought another phone with her.

When we got close to the place where she thought she had dropped it she unclipped my leash, told me , "Suki, go find the phone!" and dialed her own number. Sure enough, the phone started ringing. I stopped sniffing around and walked up to it. Bracha bent down and picked it up and shouted, "Good dog, Suki!" Well, that was easy enough. After all, it's not every day that we hear Irish reels coming out of the underbrush.

I guess I am a very handy dog to have around.

Suki the Desert Dog

2010-10-24T10:18:00.003+02:00

I like this place they call the desert. Bracha took me down there by train again, but this time Yagu' the guide dog in training was not there. He's been returned to Beit Oved to begin his training. I hope he makes it through.

Everything in the desert smells different. There is a sort of dusty smell of desert soil and a scent like I smelled once on the mountain near Adamit where goats wander about. I soon learned what made this strange goat smell. There were some other animals there and I can't quite figure out what they are. They have large horns on their heads and at first I didn't know whether to be afraid of them or not. The moment their scent reached me I stopped in my tracks and planted all four feet on the ground and Bracha had to really coax me to move on down the path. I just didn't know whether I could tend with those horns, and they were a lot bigger than me. Bracha said they were called ibexes and wouldn't hurt me, and I sat and stared at one of them and he stared back at me. They were strange and beautiful.

But we were a long way from home. On Saturday night we rode the bus to a train station and we got on a train and rode for twice as long as we usually do. Bracha was a bit worried that I would be uncomfortable on the train for so long, but I really managed all right and slept through most of the ride. But it was good to get home to my own bed. I like traveling, but there is no place like home. And now I'm happily situated on the front patio. But that's because I went in the open sprinkler and got nice and wet and muddy!

Suki and I Together from October 19th, 2009 to October 19th, 2010!

2010-10-19T08:12:00.001+02:00

Liron, Moshe, and I on the Course One Year Ago

Suki is letting me take over the blog for a day. I've made it clear to her there are a few things I want to say. Suki and I have been together for an entire year as of today! It's hard to believe that an entire year has gone by since Ami walked into my room at Beit Oved and gave Suki to me. I remember our first days together – a lot of affection, some frisking about (including a shredded roll of toilet paper all over the carpet of my room when I left Suki unattended while I was in the shower), the fear we all felt before going on the traffic simulation walk and then seeing how Suki stopped whenever the school car pulled up deliberately alongside us, and finally, the real thing – Suki stopping in the middle of a side street to prevent us from walking into the path of a car speeding around the corner, and a walk through pitch dark streets in Rehovot at night. It was then that I knew I could trust Suki, and I know now more than ever that I can depend on her. Just the other night I crossed a busy intersection in the middle of Tel Aviv. I would have been terrified to do it without her, but off we went, and she performed perfectly.
It's not always easy. We still get hassled a lot and there are days when I come home frustrated at people's ignorance and rudeness. But Suki is always there, tail wagging, wet nose prodding, as if to say, "Hey, you've got me, it's not so bad. We'll show 'em." And so we do. Walking everywhere with a beautiful white dog is always exciting, and I am so proud of her.
Sure, we've gone lax in a few things: Suki still barks and gets upset if she is left alone in the house. We have to work on that. And what about that sitting down at the top step of descending stairs, and pausing with her front paws on the bottom stair going up? Sometimes Suki, er, jumps the gun and knows what is coming and does not wait for my command. But a couple of days with the clicker and she'll brush up on that quickly - just like she learned to locate ATM machines, seats at bus stops, mailboxes, and garbage cans. .Oh, and I almost forgot – water fountains, but that she really taught herself. I never showed her. But my thirsty golden retriever knows where the water fountain is at the train station and leads me to it every time.
So, Sookers, we'll keep up our agreement. You take care of me and I'll take care of you. And no more of that sneaking cat food, avocados, and accepting candy from the life guard at the pool. I want you to be healthy for a long time.
Today we are going to have a special day together. You'll get a run on the beach and a swim in the sea, a walk through town, and, oh Okay, a new toy. You deserve it.

Fighting Our Way into the Pool

2010-10-18T08:04:00.002+02:00

Here we go again. It's time to switch swimming pools. Bracha wants to go to the pool at Country Gan Evron because sometimes people will drive her there and it's easier. And the people at Nahariya aren't treating us very well lately. Yesterday I listened in when Bracha talked to the manager on the phone. He said he had clarified things and that the Ministry of Health had a law that prohibits animals from entering the pool. (sigh). Bracha explained to him that guide dogs were an exception to that law and offered to refer him to the Law Against Discrimination Against Blind People Accompanied by Guide Dogs, but he told her to listen and be quiet. Then he said he had two reservations about letting us in: the first was that I might attack someone (at this I had to go into the other room because I was laughing so loud) and the second was that other customers might object and leave the pool, causing him economic setbacks to his business.
Bracha was, I could see, on the verge of losing patience with this nonsense, but she told him calmly that she felt that as the head of a business it was his duty to obey the law of the Knesset and that his other clients should also learn the law and understand it. She suggested he put a sign in the entrance to the pool with a picture of a guide dog so that the people and the guards would know about us going in. He said no, he didn't want to make a "festival" around me. Putting up a sign stating what the law is about doesn't seem to be a festival to me. It's a fact.
So finally he and Bracha came to an agreement that she would pay for a month's entrance and I would be with her all the time at the pool. If, after a month, everyone was satisfied she would buy a membership. Bracha decided to go for it. She explained to me that it was a win win situation for us. Either he lets us in after a month, or if he tries to throw us out and claims that his customers don't like it, than bye bye see you in court! Then we will get the Aguda to intervene. I wish I could tell him that he'd better let us in or he will be sorry, just like the owner of that restaurant that didn't let a guide dog in and it was all over the newspapers. I dare say that will do his business a lot more harm than clients who would leave the pool because they don't like my being there.

Hey, if clients don't like swimming in a pool when I am sleeping next to the side of the pool, maybe they would like to swim in the sea all winter, or perhaps in their own bathtub at home. Bracha and I will swim wherever we like, and I promise to be well behaved.

Jerusalem and Back

2010-10-15T08:58:00.002+02:00

I have never been to Jerusalem before. The first part of the trip was pretty much like going to Tel Aviv on the train, except the train wound around and around and rattled and banged until we got there. It was late at night but we finally made it to Carol's house after crossing a very complicated intersection. Her house is very small but I was on my best behavior and Carol was very tolerant of my large presence even though I had to pick my way around the furniture and often I had to back up rather than turn around.
Walking in Jerusalem is hard. The sidewalks are always blocked by parked cars, garbage cans, and branches, and sometimes there isn't even any sidewalk at all and we had to walk in the road. But I think I did very well, and I had a couple of good runs in the park, so I was happy.

Back home again, things aren't working out well at the pool at all. The security guard stopped us yet again, and the lady at the the desk yelled at the guard not to interfere and let us in, and Bracha was yelling at the guard and at the lady, telling her it was about time that someone bothered to tell the security guards that guide dogs are allowed at the pool and she was tired of being treated rudely when she comes to swim. I could tell she had really had enough. When we left the guard just sat there and didn't even bother to let Bracha and me out through the gate, and the lady yelled at him again. I can see why Bracha wants to go to another pool. The life guard there is nice to us, but I don't like being told I'm not allowed. After a year you'd think they'd learn already.

Now I have some good news. On October 19th Bracha and I will have been together for exactly one year! It's our anniversary! I hope Bracha has some surprise in store. I've hinted at a day at the beach, and I don't mind if she goes and has coffee afterwards because they always treat us well at Aroma and give me water and bring Bracha coffee right to the table instead of her having to go to the counter and get it like the other customers do. And er, a trip to the pet store would not be bad either…

I hope you're not angry, but...

2010-10-08T15:29:00.002+02:00

It had been a rough morning. First we went to the new pool to see about getting membership and letting me in. First the guard would not open the turnstile for Bracha to even enter the building, and Bracha had to tell them nicely that I was a guide dog and we wanted to come in to discuss joining the pool. When we got in, , the secretary said, "Sure, you can bring your dog here. You can tie her up outside at the bike rack."

Bracha explained that this was not a solution. I would be out in the hot weather and the rain and besides, someone might steal me. I am, after all, rather attractive.

Then Bracha's friend went in to talk with the manager and explained the situation. He said he'd call the Ministry of Health to clarify the matter. Bracha offered to save him a phone call. The Ministry of Health would tell him that no dogs were allowed - except for guide dogs, who are allowed everywhere. From there we went to get a taxi back to Nahariya, and the driver refused at first to take us. He claimed he was allergic to dogs. Bracha was in a hurry and got pretty agitated about having to waste time arguing.

And if that wasn't all, the life guard at the regular pool walked over to the jaccuzi to speak to Bracha.

"I hope you're not angry," he said, "but I just gave your dog a piece of candy."

OK. I admit it. I ate it. And if Bracha had been around to see I know she would have said no. And I admit to taking advantage of the situation. Bracha told him that she was not angry (though I think she was) but told him under no uncertain terms was he to feed her dog again.

So her friend who had told her that morning that she sounded just a bit aggressive when people got tough with us and told us we could not come in began to realize just what a typical morning is like walking around with a large wuite guide dog and deal with ignorant stupid people. It gets tiring. No won der Bracha gets aggressive sometimes.

Shiatzu for Dogs?

2010-10-01T16:46:00.002+02:00

I don't think I'd ever been so tired as I was when we got back from the beach yesterday. We were there for a long time and I lay in the shade under our umbrella and rested after I had a few swims in the water and chased a little white dog around the sand. But it was very hot, and I felt like all four of my paws were maed of something very heavy and when Bracha put my haerness on me after she showered me and toweled me off it felt as if it were the heaviest thing in the world. That didn't stop me from being very upset when they left me at home and went to the supermarket without me. Of course I was too tired to want to go. But on principle, I don't like being left at home. Even when the little dog they called Shmoo was there too, I still didn't like it. But then something happened that I really loved that made me forget all about my state of being tired and unhappy. Naomi, Bracha's friend said she knew how to do something called "she hat soo." Now, I am not sure what this is all about, but suddenly she was pressing down all along my back, sort of like Bracha does when she ruffles my fur, but it made me feel really nice. Soon my eyes were closing and I just couldn't keep them open. Then I started sliding down to the floor, like when I do when Bracha tells me "artza" but I sort of don't want to lie down. And I felt like I was swimming in the sea, except there were no waves to jump over. It was like swimming when the water is all smooth and lovely. I wonder if Bracha will do this for me, too. I know she already does a lot of things for me, like letting me swim in the little pool and run free and buying me toys. And if I have a choice between choosing to get a bone and having some "she hat soo" I really don't know which I would choose. They are both wonderful.

The Three Dog Day!

2010-09-28T07:18:00.008+02:00

Have you heard of the Aboriginies referring to a three dog night - a night that's so cold you need to sleep with three dogs to keep warm? Well, yesterday we had a three dog day!

Petel, Yuni, and I in the house

It finally happened - Petel and Yuni both came to visit! This was the first time that I had two guests at once. Bracha had given me the usual reminders of sharing my pool and my toys, and since it was a terribly hot day I had no objection to everyone going in my pool. First we all sat quietly under the table in the restaurant while Liron, Adi, and Bracha had lunch. We were all very good. Then we walked all through Nahariya to the bus station, and all three of us got on the bus. Unfortunately Bracha and I were a bit ashamed because the driver did not receive our guests nicely and was not nice, said he did not like dogs, and rudely ordered Bracha, Liron, and Adi to go to the back of the bus. Bracha told him she'd darn well sit wherever she wanted to and that actually, he should let us sit in the front of the bus so that he could help us if we needed. But when we got to Ben Ami the fun really started, and we forgot all about the mean bus driver. We walked to the path that leads into the orchard and Bracha told Adi and Liron to let us run free. And it was then that I had the great idea!

Now, you know how I love to get wet and muddy. There were some terrific leaks in the irrigation lately because it has been so hot that they have been turning the water on. Well, I found a really good one. And I thought to myself, "Petel and Yuni never get to do this because they live in the city, so here's my opportunity to be a good hostess and show them how to have fun! They can get wet and muddy, too! Now Petel started right in, but Yuni was a bit hesitant, but soon I emerged, proudly covered in muck, and shook myself all over everyone just to show how nice and cool it was. I'm, er, not so sure Bracha was pleased about this. Soon she had the hose out and all three dogs had to get a bit of a wash. But then I knew Bracha wasn't too angry because she brought out my swimming pool. Petel and I ran right in, but Yuni was a bit afraid and skirted around it, even when Bracha stood in it and offered her a treat. But I guess not everyone likes the same things.
Before long it was time to say goodbye and Adi and Liron got in the taxi with Petel and Yuni. I was sad to see them go, but Bracha said they would come visit again. But I think next time she'll take us all running in the basketball court where we are certain not to get muddy. . Bathing three dogs is a bit difficult.

One Year Ago -the Day We Met!

2010-09-26T18:01:00.003+02:00

It's hard to believe, but Bracha and I officially met as potential dog and handler exactly one year ago. Those of you who have been following this blog and remember the beginning when Bracha was given Petel to walk on the first course know that we did not walk together on that course at all. Bracha says she remembers me as a big and very pretty golden retriever who Orelia was having trouble getting to sit down and artza when she wanted to. But the day before Yom Kippur last year Ami called Bracha and told her they wanted to consider giving me to her and wanted her to come down to Rehovot and walk with me.

I remember that day very well. Roi and Ami put me in the big cage in the back of the van and drove me to Rehovot. They had brushed me very carefully and I had a feeling that something was going on because there were two trainers and no other dogs on the outing. When Bracha came through the turnstile at the train station I remembered her from the course. She shook hands with Ami and Roi and then bent down to pet me and say hello. Ami gave her my leash and we walked outside to the car.

The walk we had together was not too long and not difficult - a square route around the block. I remember Bracha handling me rather hesitantly at first, but, well, she'd only had two days of walking with Petel. I got into a little mischief and chased a leaf, causing Ami to jerk on the extra leash and call me to order. But I sort of wanted Bracha to see that I could get a bit rambunctious at times. She wanted me really badly after that. I could tell. And when Ami and Roi put me back in my cage at the end of the walk and we drove Bracha back to the train station, she looked at me for one last time through the bars of my cage and I could tell she wanted to take me home right then and there. So I was terribly excited when I heard Ami call Bracha on the phone from the car and tell her that they had decided to give me to her! And that was the beginning of the story.

Bracha took me to the beach the other day and I got to show off my new present that she bought me - a bright purple collar. And after that we went to dinner at a friend's house, and I know I behaved very well - er, once they had remembered to take the bowl of the cat's food off the floor. But hey, I had been jumping the waves all afternoon, and I was hungry. So I think I needed to be forgiven for that little misdemeanor. After all, Bracha knows from since I chased a leaf on that first walk and refused to sit down when Orelia told me to - that I can be a bit rambunctious. That's what makes me special.

I'm Allowed By Law!

2010-09-20T16:29:00.003+02:00

One of the reasons that I love riding the train is that everyone admires me. And yesterday we found that there was really someone watching. All the way I lay sleeping happily under the table, enjoying the cool air and soft blue carpet. When we got to Tel Aviv we got off at a different station and went up lots of moving stairs over the big bridge and into the large shopping mall. I love moving stairs, and one of them ran high up over the bridge and the street far below. But I handled them like a pro. We zipped out of the station and into the mall, and then went to the store where Bracha bought some floating balloons that she gave to my grandparents. I didn't like that too much - filling up the baloons made a loud hissing noise that I don't like, and one of them burst when the man filled it up, making a loud explosion that made me jump, but Bracha assured me that it was OK and that it was a special surprise for my grandparents.

They seemed to like the balloons a lot, and soon we got into Yael's car to go to the restaurant to celebrate their 65th annie verse aree, what ever that is, but it all sounded good. When we got there there was a security guard at the door who asked Bracha if she had a certificate. He was very polite. Bracha said she had one, and that only people with certificates have guide dogs anyway. He got up and went into the restaurant and told the woman at the door that I was a guide dog and was allowed in by law, and in we went!

I soon settled in a corner under the table and observed the proceedings. Everyone was happy and there was a lot of laughing and fun going on. I lay under the table and watched it all. Part of this celebration seemed to involve taking lots pf pictures and Rotem and Hadar making special hats and costumes out of the drinking straws, but as usual everyone soon settled down to eating. At the end the waitress brought out several dishes with fire coming out of them like on Saba's birthday, and everyone had a good time.

Soon it was time to go and we got into the car to go to the station. Bracha rode in back with the Rotem and the Hadar and Yael sat with me in front and petted me all the way. And when we got on the train a man came up to us. He said he had been on the train when we came to Tel Aviv. "I saw how she led you," he said. "She's an amazing dog, and very pretty, too." I felt so proud!! And then, of course, I went to sleep.

At the Crossing

2010-09-16T13:05:00.002+02:00

Here we are again at the hospital crossing. It's a horrible place and we both hate it. There are two lanes of traffic moving by at 80 kilometers per hour with an island in the middle, and a stoplight that is so short that you would have to fly across the street in order to get across in time. When you are halfway in the middle of the road the light changes, and drivers start to gun their motors, mgetting ready to bolt. And when one lane of traffic is standing we mustn't be fooled and start walking because the other is still whizzing by and has a green light! It's a lot of work and concentration to figure out when to cross and Bracha has to work hard at it. She knows: when the traffic coming out of the hospital at the 12:00 position starts moving, it's our green light.

So here we are again, the traffic coming out of the hospital has just started coming out, and that means it's our turn to cross. Off we go, and we get to the island. Bracha waits for the traffic in back of us to start moving and then lifts up her hand to signal me to start walking. But not fast enough for these people, who are always eager to point out our deficiencies. Suddenly a voice calls out from one of the cars: "Nu, you have the green light! Why doesn't he tell you to cross?" First of all, your light changes before theirs does. Second of all, I'm a she, not a he. and third of all, Bracha has to tell me to cross. Not the opposite. Wen will people learn?

When we get on the bus the driver asks Bracha to go to the back with her dog, but Bracha says she'll sit where there is a free space and sits in the front seat by the door. My favorite spot! I gaze out the window happily and Bracha praises me and gives me a treat.

And here we are again at the bank. We go up the stairs and there is a machine there for getting a slip of paper with a number on it to wait in line. But the machine has a touch screen that Bracha can't read. I can see she's beginning to get frustrated. There is no one around from the bank staff to help get a number out of the machine. Finally we stand in front of the machine and Bracha says, "Can someone please help me get a number?" A few clerks look up from their work but none move. Finally a man comes over and punches his finger at the screen and gets a number out. Then we sit down.

It seems that people at the bank are determined to make things almost as difficult as crossing the road at the hospital. Bracha can't read the badly printed number on the little slip of paper, so she asks the man next to her what humber she has. Now there is a dinging noise from the desks and a person gets up and goes to sit down. Bracha asks what number is next. There is a bigt screen up high and of course, need I say, it's too far away to see. Then a nice lady in a purple dress tells Bracha that her turn is next. Then the dinging noise sounds again and Bracha asks where to go. Evidently the screen tells people where to go, but ah yes, Bracha can't see the screen. We run around till we find the teller who has just become free. What a production. She tells the man, "I know it's not your fault, but there are a lot of problems here with accessability. I'm going to write a letter to the bank's customer service." The man agrees. Then he passes Bracha a piece of paper and asks her to sign it. Bracha asks him to show her where and he points to a place on the paper. This is also a pain in the neck and I can tell that Bracha just wants to get out of there.

I know that Bracha and most of her friends who have dogs like to do things for themselves. But being in the bank is sort of like the obstacle course we had to walk at Beit Oved.

The Art of Ignoring Ignorant Security Guards

2010-09-13T09:18:00.004+02:00

Here's how it's done: the art of ignoring impolite and ignorant security guards.
Bracha and I enter department store and proceed down the aisle.

Security Guard: Lets us enter store and then does a double take: "Giveret..."

Bracha and I ignore him and keep going.

Security Guard: "Giveret!" (This time louder)

Bracha and I ignore him and keep walking.

Security Guard: HEY, GIVERET!!! This time in a loud bellow that the entire store can hear and is impossible to ignore.

Bracha: Turns around, innocently asks, "Excuse me, were you talking to me?"

Security Guard: "Uh, er, no nothing......", returns to place and shuts up.

Guess he didn't bother to notice I'm a guide dog and not just a large golden retriever being brought into the store for the fun of it.

Since when is 06:30 too early to get up? How should I know that we have turned the clocks back an hour and when I want to get up it's now 05:30? Anyway, Bracha had just finished telling me "Suki, leeeeshon!" trying to get a few more minutes in bed when there was a strange pattering noise outside. No more pleading. Bracha was up and out of bed, calling me to come outtside and see. It was raining! There was a dark cloud overhead and soon my fur was wet. I shook myself but it kept coming. So winter is on the way. But today in town the pavement was still very hot under my feet. I couldn't stand still at the stoplight and kept prancing around. I was not very cooperative because I kept pulling over to the shady part of the sidewalk, but Bracha didn't get angry and seemed to know that my paws were getting hot. She petted me and told me that tomorrow we would bring my shoes. I would like it to rain some more so that the pavement will cool off. Then my paws won't get so hot.

Call Me Surfing Suki

2010-09-11T19:40:00.002+03:00

You've got to catch the right wave...

Ride it for a while...

And jump at exactly the right moment...

Can we go to the beach every day??? Please???

Emma and Mysterious Goings On

2010-09-10T20:48:00.007+03:00

After eight months of looking at the Emma through the glass doors, we finally got to meet. I know it was sort of hard for Itai and Hilla at first, but they soon saw that I was on my best behavior. I lay very quietly and still on the floor and Emma crawled and played next to me. Soon she even touched my fur! I was so happy that I could hardly keep from thunping my tail and that made her even more interested. So I think we will be tgood friends.

Now, the next thing we did over the holiday was even stranger. We went to a large building. Bracha said it was called a Mew Zee umm. They had machines there that looked like animals, and one man came out and put a mechanical dog on a table that made barking noises and walked around when he petted it. I couldn't see the point of this dog. It had no smell, and it certainly was too small to be a guide dog. So I went to sleep until the show was over.

But there were some mysterious things in this building that I truly could not figure out.

We stood in front of some pieces of glass and suddenly there were a lot of guide dogs that looked just like me. But they had no smell.

And if that wasn't enough, suddenly Bracha started to disappear and reappear again. It was all very strange and curious. And I guess I'll never know what made these strange things happen in this mew zee umm.

But one good thing happened. I remember almost eight months ago we went to a restaurant in Haifa and a mean waitress and shift head tried to throw us out. Today we went back there. No one said a word. I lay down under the table and went to sleep, and the waitress even admired me. I guess they learned how to treat people with guide dogs properly.

On Vacation!

2010-09-05T16:37:00.002+03:00

Yes, we did go on vacation – just as Bracha promised. At first it was like any other trip, getting on the train and going to the bus station. But soon we met Yuli and got on the minibus. Then the fun started. There were Yuni, Disney, and a few other dogs as well. And after a while we got to the hotel. It was a nice place with lots of green lawns and stairs, doorways, and elevators, and Bracha led me into our room and unpacked my water bowl and two brand new bones for Petel and me! Soon Petel arrived, too. Then the fun really started. We had a great time together. I admit that I barked when we were left alone in the room, because even having Petel there with me I still felt unhappy when Bracha went out without me. You see, 50 dogs in one dining room would have been a bit much, so every time Bracha went to meals I had to stay in the room with Petel. But we all came to the pool and the lawn and did everything else together. I spent a lot of time sleeping and keeping cool and happy. And what could be better than a vacation together with Yuni, Petel, Wendy, Disney, Knight, Ringo, Simbo, Pupick, Hero, Nellie, and countless other dogs whose names I can't even remember. And everyone kept commenting on what a large dog I am! At first this made me feel bad, but Bracha assured me that of all the dogs there – even the jet black Labradors, she loves me the most and wouldn't trade me for any other dog. So I hope we go on vacation again. But isn't there any hotel where dogs are allowed in the swimming pool???

Petel and I relaxing in our hotel room

No, we're not fighting. Petel (left) and I are only playing. more fun and frolics

The Beach and Reconcilliations

2010-08-29T18:53:00.005+03:00

I love the beach. I just can't get enough of it. Bracha says she wished she could get a picture of me jumping over the waves, which I now have down to a technique. As soon as I see one coming I get ready and then leap over it. Sometimes they catch me by surprise and I get underneath them, but I pop out right away and keep swimming. I'd stay in all day but Bracha pulls me out before I get too tired, and then we sit on the beach and I look out at the moving water. Today even the life guard came up and petted me and said he watches me in the water. But I know I have to watch Bracha. I don't trust anyone else! he said I was a beautiful dog. And that was when I was all wet and covered with sand!

When we got home today a man called from the company that runs the supermarket where they tried to make us leave last week. . he was very pleasant and said that he knew the law. He even trains a blind golf champion! He told Bracha that they were going to inform all their staff and workers that guide dogs were allowed in the supermarket, and that they would send Bracha a gift and a letter. Bracha said the best gift would be going into the store without being hassled.

And now I have real news! We are going on vacation! We're going to a hotel and there will be a lot of other guide dogs there! Even Liron and Petel will be there, and we will even get to share a room together! And I think Bracha has bought some new toys and surprises for Petel and me so that we will have a good time, too! I promise to be good on vacation and not get into mischief. I admit I did the following things in the past two days:
I got up on the table and ate the cat's food again.
I got into a mud puddle and got really dirty on our walk, and Bracha had to shampoo me again.
And yesterday I found some food in the orchard and didn't come back when Bracha called me. I was too busy eating. Yep, I got yelled at, and I deserved it. And now I'm not going to be let off leash all week because Bracha wants me clean and nice to go to Tel Aviv and on vacation. I guess I was wrong. But you know me when it comes to food...

Hot Paws and Hot Tempers

2010-08-25T13:57:00.002+03:00

There certainly seem to be a lot of people around who don't like me. Or who are just ignorant. Every store we walked into this morning had someone in the doorway who didn't like my going in. Bracha brushed off the first guard in the clothing store who told her I wasn't allowed, and a woman from the cash register called to him to stop bothering her, and he scuttled away with, "I just said that without thinking..." Bracha agreed with him.

But the big supermarket was something else. We went inside to get out of the heat and stand quietly in the entrance to wait for Bracha's friend to drive us home. And the guard starts up with the usual stuff about no dogs allowed. Bracha told him he was wrong.

"The manager says that it's forbidden."

Ah, the manager says so?? Than bring me the manager please, says Bracha. And up he comes.

"Sorry, but the Ministry of Health has a law that no dogs are allowed in stores where there is food being sold."

Bracha got out her little card with the law on it. She explained that he was wrong and that guide dogs are allowed everywhere. Including in food stores. But the man didn't even want to read the law. Then Bracha got really angry. I think she'd had enough from the other day in the clothing store and oh, yes, there was also the security guard at the train station who told her I needed a muzzle. Just exactly how much of this crap Bracha is willing to put up with without really losing it is well, I soon found out because Bracha really lost it. She told him that he was wrong, that not letting a blind person into the store to shop was against the law and punishable by a ten thousand Shekel fine, and that as manager it was a disgrace that he did not know the law. "I expect to be greeted here with hello and good morning just like every other customer," she yelled. He then snidely said good morning. I think Bracha is going to contact the company and complain. Soon customers were coming over to tell Bracha she was right, ask her if she needed help, and to ask to pet me. I lay down on the air conditioned cool floor and went to sleep. But I did notice that when I looked up at the ceiling there were birds flying around, and bracha kept swatting at flies that were landing on her. So why was this manager so concerned about me with the food? I don't make dirt in the store. WEhy are the birds and flies allowed but me no? I just don't get it!

Hey, Geveret!

2010-08-21T14:53:00.001+03:00

Boy, is it hot! I can't seem to get up the energy to do anything except sleep all day. Even Nuala, who usually likes being outdoors, has found that the floor in the bedroom is cooler and goes in there to sleep most of the day, too. I pester Bracha to give me ice whenever I can, and she always seems to be making more and more of it. And when we are in town I'm awfully glad to have my shoes. The sidewalk is so hot that even trotting along is uncomfortable, and standing at the corner waiting for the light to change makes me prance about.

I pulled Bracha over to the edge of the sidewalk where the doors to the stores are. IT's shady over there and there is always cold air blowing out. For once she didn't make me go back in the center of the sidewalk again and decided to go into one of the stores and started looking at clothes. Hooray! Cool air! I'd just settled down on the nice cool floor when it came.

"Allo, Giveret!"

Here we go again.

"Excuse me," says Bracha with deliberate casualness. "Are you talking to me?"

"You can't bring a dog in here."

"She's a guide dog for the blind."

"I don't care. It's forbidden."

Bracha got me up and marched over to the counter. This was no sales person. This was the store owner. She whipped out the little card with the law written on it and presented it to him. "If you don't let me shop here because I don't see and have a guide dog with me, you are discriminating against me. Here's the law. You're welcome to read it."

The owner insisted. "But what if she ruins something in the store?"

"She won't."

"Yes, but what if…"

"She won't damage anything. People damage things, but my dog won't." Bracha didn't stay to listen. She marched through the entire store, pretending to look at the clothes. Then she walked right past the counter again, said thank you politely to the owner, and marched out the door. I was glad she didn't buy anything in there. Why should she give that man her business when he doesn't want me in his store? I have a feeling she won't go in there again. Boy, if we had a Shekel for every time someone says I'm not allowed somewhere, we'd have enough money to buy me a new Kong!

Children

2010-08-18T09:38:00.002+03:00

It's hard for me to understand why children are so different. They are small and to them I must seem as big as a horse would seem to an adult. But they are as different as different kinds of dogs. Some are nice and some are not.

Yesterday we headed for town in a taxi with the nice driver who patted my head and called me by name all the way. And when we got to the clinic a man in a white coat gave me water and petted me a lot. Then we went to the pool. Boy, was Bracha angry when the life guard started up with the schpiel of my not being allowed in the pool.

"She's a guide dog..." and the usual polite explanations.

"I don't care what kind of dog she is. I didn't make up the rules."

Bracha grew impatient. I think she was hot and wanted to get into the water and resented being stopped and told she was not allowed to bring me into the pool again and again.

"No, you didn't make up the rules. The Knesset did. Guide dogs are allowed in the pool. Go ask the manager. I've been coming here for months with my dog. I'm tired of being told to leave. It's very unpleasant and I'd like to be able to come here and swim without being hassled."

He retreated and no more was said. Bracha swam and went to the office and complained to the manager, who explained that this life guard was new.

"It would be nice if you informed every new lifegard that my dog is allowed here. It's very upsetting to be told again and again that I'm not allowed to bring my dog in here whenever there is a new employee." We'll see if he bothers to do that.

And then, as promised, Bracha took me out through the snack bar to the beach. And what a racket. Kids started screaming in there as if there were a ferocious lion on the loose. "A dog! Look at that huge dog! Yikes!" And all I did was walk past them in my harness.

But the kids on the beach were different. They came up to me in the water and started petting me. They got so close to us swimming that Bracha had to tell them to keep back a bit because when I swim my claws get, well, a bit dangerous and wild in the water and I might accidently hurt someone or rip one of those inflatable toys kids like to use. But they liked me an awful lot. They made me feel good after those kids in the snack bar that screamed when I came near.

I guess the kids who like me learned from the adults who like me, and those who don't learned from the adults who are afraid of me and yell, too. And I also don't understand how Bracha sometimes makes the water at the beach into those big waves and sometimes it's smooth and flat. Maybe it has to do with her making water into ice cubes. Or anything else that I like.

Lots of Work Left to Do

2010-08-13T12:08:00.003+03:00

We had an exciting afternoon yesterday when we went to Haifa to sit at a booth in a shopping mall and explain to people about guide dogs. When we first got to the mall Bracha went into the big Super - Pharm. Funny that we were on an outing to promote awareness but soon the nonsense started. Suddenly a woman came up to Bracha and told her she was not allowed to bring me into the drug store.

"This is a guide dog," explains Bracha. You're wrong. She's allowed everywhere by law."

"I don't care waht kind of dog it is," the woman replies. "There's a pharmacy here." Evidently she thought that I might contaminate the medicine or something. Little does she know that I've even been inside hospitals!

"Yes, thank you, I know..." repliesBracha. "And I want to buy something there." She just turned her back on the woman, and on we marched right past her.

When we first got to the booth I was pretty anxious because the booth next to us was a booth belonging to some people who trained dogs. They had several dogs there. One was even lying on top of the table! But I soon got to know them and we were soon all wagging our tails and getting acquainted. And then Adi showed up with Yuni! I was delighted to see her and we did more than a bit of romping under the table until Bracha and Adi settled us down.

I guess that being on display is not so bad. Lots of children and adults came by and petted me all the time, and I just lay on the floor and let them pet me all afternoon. Soon it was time to go, and we made our way through the huge mall to the bus stop.

Well, it seems that Bracha is going to have to sit with me at a lot more booths and do a lot more explaining. As soon as we got onto the bus to Nahariya the driver reached out to pet me and say hello. A woman started up that I needed to have a muzzle, and for once the driver sided with us and told her firmly that I was a guide dog and needed no muzzle. And another woman started yelling at Bracha saying that she didn't feel she needed to "suffer" having a dog on the bus with her. I waited for Bracha to come up with one of her stinging comments. Sure enough:

"I'm terribly sorry you're suffering from my dog. She's my eyes. Why do I have to suffer your shouting?"

Then the other passengers all chimed in and told the woman she had a lot of nerve talking to Bracha that way. Couldn't she see that I was a guide dog? How inconsiderate and thoughtless. The woman shut up right away and we sat down. I guess we have a lot of work left to do.

Strange Conversations

2010-08-02T14:05:00.002+03:00

I had to deal with my disappointment today when we went into the pool and I knew I was going to be standing by the water looking longingly into the blue depths wishing I could go in. I was good though - I only barked once and stood quietly the rest of the time. So it was quite surprising when we got back into the dressing room and Bracha tied my leash to the bench and went to go to take a shower and the woman near us pipes up..

"I'm sorry," she says primly. "But I'm not willing to share MY space with a dog."

I eagerly waited to see what Bracha would come up with this time.

"It's my space, to. This is a guide dog and she's allowed in here." That was it. No more hassle. The other women, of course, joined in and I could hear comments such as "It's a guide dog," and "She explained to her," etc. How very rude people can be.

Sitting in the doctor's office, the doctor started chatting with Bracha and said he had adopted four dogs! He must really like dogs and I know he really likes me because he's always happy to see me. he explained that he'd brought a puppy home and it had large paws. Why are his paws so large? Is that usual? Bracha laughed and said he'd better be ready to have a dog about the size of me. Bracha also said that I weighed about 35 kilo. I think I've slimmed down a bit over the summer and I certainly have a lot less fur. Thank goodness! They've invented a new term: extreme heat!

Water!

2010-07-31T10:12:00.002+03:00

Now that it's summertime and it's hot I think about water all the time. If I had my way I'd be swimming in it all the time, or at least getting my paws wet. But since that's not possible, at least I've learned to find water whenever I can. That helps Bracha fill up our bottle and make sure that we both have enough to drink.
I take my share of the responsibility. I make sure to stop at the water cooler at the entrance to the train station in Nahariya. I know where the cooler is at the station in Tel Aviv, too. And There is also one in Haifa that I can find if we are on the right platform. So that's easy. All Bracha has to do is say, "Suki, ayfo mayim?" and I'll find the cooler.
Now I discovered that on our hike through the fields by the river there is one irrigation outlet that has a plastic hose that Bracha can open and let me have a drink or get my paws wet. All the outlets look alike, but I know exactly which is the right one and go up to it and wait for Bracha to turn the water on! We've been there enough times for me to recognize it. Now I know how to drink water out of the end of the hose and I'm not scared of it any more. Saoirse used to do that, too. I think I learned from her.
Now there is only one strange thing that I can't figure out. When we go to the beach, the water we swim in doesn't taste good. As a matter of fact, once it made me feel a bit sick. It's strange, but Bracha has to give me water out of my bowl on the beach because I can't drink the water in the sea. The world sure is a strange and interesting place.

A Muzzle? On Me???

2010-07-29T20:47:00.001+03:00

We finally got back into our usual routine after Rotem was here for a few days. I guess it's hard for Rotem to walk as far as we usually do. She's not a fully grown person and her legs aren't that long yet. And it's quite hot. She seemed to be content with playing at home all day and one day Bracha took her to the pool and I stayed home and cried. Yes, I know I shouldn't. But the thought of all that water and me not being able to go in was more than I could bear. Bracha explained to me that I would not be allowed in and that just standing around in the sun would be awful for me. And today she let me go into the river, get dirty, and then have a splash in my pool. So all is forgiven.

But yesterday when we took Rotem back on the train, someone had a very strange idea. The man in charge on the train came up and told Bracha that she had to put a muzzle on me. Bracha gave him the usual speech about me being a guide dog and not having to wear a muzzle according to the law.

"But," he insisted, "If someone steps on a dog, it's instinctive for him to bite."

"Why should anyone step on her?" asked Bracha. "She's here next to me under the table. Perhaps people should be careful and not step on her."

Gee, I don't think I could bite anyone. I've been known to demolish Kongs, bones, and er, once I even chewed up a clothespin, but to bite anyone? I'd have to be a mean dog to do that.

But generally things are better. We haven't been yelled at by a bus driver for a long time. And Bracha made an agreement with the taxi station dispatcher that when I ride in the taxis SHE will bring a cloth for me to sit on so the drivers don't have to deal with my white fur. That way we should keep the peace.

Meeting Friends

2010-07-23T16:14:00.003+03:00

Here I am with Casper. He's a golden retriever, too, and belongs to Dina. We had a very nice chat under the table while Bracha and Dina were eating salad and zuccini pancakes. I think he's very handsome. And he thinks I'm pretty, too. We giggled about the little dog at the table next to us who barked constantly throughout the meail, while we behaved beautifully. It seems that in Tel Aviv all dogs are allowed in restaurants - no matter if they behave badly!

Here we all are in a football huddle waiting for the bus. My new friends are Luccia, Wendy, and several others, and of course, Lady and Yuni whom I already know. Then I met Hugo and even Naama's dog who understands both Hebrew and English! I think we are all very special!

A Magic Dog?

2010-07-19T12:27:00.003+03:00

What an amazing group of people we met at the bus stop in Haifa. First we met two young boys, one of whom said he was afraid of me. Bracha told him not to worry, that I would be next to her all the time and that I was not aggressive. Then a man came along and said he had worked with a search dog in the army and had been sent to Haiti to help find and rescue people. After he left another man came along and said that he had a guide dog puppy from Beit Oved at home. Bracha told them they could look forward to meeting the person who would receive their dog if she passed the training and became a guide dog. That made him happy. I guess he will be sad when he has to give the dog back to Beit Oved. And he was the only person who ever said, "I have a dog just like that at home," and was really telling the truth! The rest of them only wish they had a dog like me...

When we got to the train station we met a mother and several young children on the train platform. At first they were afraid of me and one of them shouted, "Look at that HUGE dog!" Am I huge??? Bracha told them that I was a magic dog that could do all sorts of things. At first I was a bit anxious - maybe she was going to ask me to do something that I don't know how to do like fly or disappear. But I soon realized that she was only referring to the things I really know how to do. To some people it is like magic. I really was not bothered when the children wanted to pet me. But the stroking and pleasantness soon got to be tiresome. Bracha told them to pet my back and shoulders. She knows that I don't like children stretching their hands out into my face and she knows I can't stand people fiddling around with my tail. But despite that, they started poking in places that I didn't like, so I quickly got up and shook myself. Their mother intervened and told them I had had enough. They wanted to pet me more, and Bracha said no.

Finally we got on the train, and I lay down in my favorite spot on the rug. And oh my, there they were again, and thank goodness Bracha told them firmly that now I needed to rest and that they had to leave me alone.

When we got to Nahariya we started walking...yes! To the beach! Even when Bracha saw that I was jumping around the hot pavement and stopped to put my shoes on, I was eager to keep going and get there. We had a wonderful time and I had to be told to come lay down and rest. Otherwise I think I would have stayed in the water until I was too tired to walk back to the bus. I love leaping over the waves when the water comes and rushes over my head. I could do it all day. It's even worth having to stand under the shower afterwards and get all the salt and sand washed off. I guess sometimes you have to put up with something you don't like in order to enjoy something that you love.

Petel and Me

2010-07-13T20:53:00.008+03:00

What a wonderful day Petel and I had together! Here we are having a quiet conversation in the pool. I remember Petel from Beit Oved when we were training to be guide dogs together. Bracha remembers her because she was the first guide dog she ever walked with, and I think Petel remembers her, too. And finally the day came when Petel and Liron came to visit! When Liron and Petel got off the train we were so excited that we could harely keep from jumping all over each other, but eventually Liron and Bracha got us out of the train station and onto the street. We walked all the way down to the beach and then Bracha went down on the sand with us and let us both off leash. At first Petel was a bit timid and kept running back to Liron and Bracha, but soon I showed her the water and we were soon both wet and sandy, as dogs should be at the beach. After that we both settled down while Liron and Bracha had lunch and were unnoticed by everyone in the restaurant because we were good and quiet. Then we got into two taxis (we have not yet found a driver willing to take two dogs) and went back home. Then the fun started. Bracha gave Petel and me a nice leather chew toy and we both settled down, and then someone said something about "free run." So off we went into the avocados! Petel has no place to run like this in the city, so she had a wonderful time. And then Bracha got the pool out. Well, I don't even know how to tell you what a great time we had. We ran into the water, around the yard, back into the pool, and out to run again. I haven't had so much fun in a long time. When Bracha lets me get wet and swim it's fun, but having a friend around is even better. When Bracha left me home to take Liron back to the train station I was unhappy and barked, but Bracha came back, fed me, and explained that it was too difficult to take two dogs in one taxi. But I had done what she promised - I shared my pool and my toys and I want Petel to come back again!

Lady, Yuni, and I

2010-07-08T10:39:00.001+03:00

Free Running in the Front Yard

It's not often that I get to socialize with another guide dog, but yesterday was very special because I got to socialize with another two! All three of us are golden retrievers. Lady is golden brown, and Yuni is a light buff color. Both are a little older than me, but I am much bigger than both of them. We golden retrievers come in all colors and sizes. First all three of us scampered around Erez's small apartment but were soon called to order and Yuni and I settled down under chairs like good guide dogs while Lady curled up in the little hutch space under Erez's desk. Then after what seemed an endless amount of time someone said something about "free run." So out we all went. Well, I guess if you live in the city you have to be content with a free run space that is very small, and I immediately tested the limits by jumping onto the entrance patio of the building and back again. But it was better than nothing and all three of us had a great time.

Two in a Taxi

We know taxi drivers are supposed to take guide dogs. So why should there be any objection if they take two people with guide dogs? The driver on the way was very gracious and said that he had taken Arieh Shmidt z"l and his dog Alvin quite often. Bracha and I sat in front while Adi and Yuni sat in back. But when Adi called for a taxi to take us back to the train from Erez's house and said we had two guide dogs, , the dispatcher said, I don't know whether that's possible." This is not the kind of comment we like to hear when we have to catch a train. When the driver arrived we got in and all the way he argued with Adi about the fact that two dogs were not allowed, and that he was doing us a personal favor. Since both Yuni and I were sitting quietly, I really saw no reason for him to object. Why can't two people with guide dogs travel together?

No Clipping – Just a Trim

This morning Bracha led me outside and showed me something new – a pair of scissors. She let me sniff them, gave me a treat, and said that she was going to give me a trim. Ami had also said that this was advisable since some of my hair is getting very long and soft and I come home from the fields with seeds and burrs caught under my ears! So Bracha began to gently clip around my ears and underneath. I saw it didn't hurt, so I just decided to cooperate and lay down and let her go at it. Soon the lawn was covered with little tufts of white hair, but the area under my ears was much more trim and neat. I guess I don't mind having my hair trimmed – particularly if it's followed by a treat!

Dog Days

2010-07-06T16:22:00.002+03:00

I don't know why people call hot summer days "dog days." They are not for dogs at all. I guess Bracha is right in saying that my fur protects my skin from the hot sun beating down on it, but it is hot outside. And yesterday when we got back from our hike (no mud this time) I was very hot and Bracha filled up my little pool. I was glad to be able to cool off. Busses and trains are cool, but walking in the street is hot, שמג when I try and nip over to the doorways of stores where cool air is coming out Bracha makes me walk on.

Today we went on a short train ride to Acco and got into a taxi. The ride was only about five minutes long and the driver wanted a lot of money, and it turned out he had charged Bracha for an extra passenger. Bracha explained to him that this was against the law and then gave him one of those stickers that says "I take guide dogs." In the end he offered to give Bracha even more money back and they parted on friendly terms. The driver asked if someone attacked Bracha if I would become a gressive. What's a gressive? I'm a guide dog. How can I become something else?

Anyway, when we got back to Nahariya one of the customers in the bakery was not so nice. We go in there all the time and I know I am not supposed to touch or sniff anything, and the staff is always helpful and someone goes and gets Bracha what she needs. But a lady yelled, "What? A dog in the bakery where all the bread is?" Bracha was fed up and said yep, you come in with your eyes and I come in with my dog." She has no patience for people who say things like that. There is so much to teach people about us!

That's one Dirty Dog!

2010-07-04T18:03:00.002+03:00

I know. I wasn't supposed to get dirty yesterday. We specifically chose a route for our hike that didn't have any mud. But you know me. My secret desire to be a black dog and get cool and wet overcame me once again, and I found a good mudhole...and before I knew it I er, looked like this.

Country Dog

2010-07-03T12:23:00.000+03:00

After so much traveling it's nice to be home for the weekend and relax. I spent a lot of time sleeping yesterday in my favorite spot near the front door and was eager to get out in the afternoon for a walk. By the time it was over I was pausing every few meters and panting and Bracha encouraged me to walk slowly home, where she gave me a large bowl of water with ice cubes and then dinner. And today I got to lie on the grass with a leather chew toy while Bracha worked in the garden! What a life! There are days when I work hard in the city and don't get to run or hike at all, and days when we are at home and I'm free to live a life of leisure.

I sometimes wonder how guide dog owners manage in the city. First of all, there is nowhere to go busy! Bracha often has to walk and walk to find a place where I can discreetly go, and even then people shout at us. I think they should have a special little piece of grass on every street corner for people to use to take their dogs out, and a dispenser with those little plastic bags. That way people would not have to search for a place and the city would be cleaner.

And another thing is those hot sidewalks. When we stand at a crossing waiting to get across the road the pavement is so hot sometimes that my paws feel hot, and even dancing around from one place to another doesn't help. Bracha puts my shoes on. They are not always that comfortable and feel strange, but I guess I'd better wear them because they make my feet feel cooler.

And yet an other thing about the city that I don't like is the noise. There are car horns, motorcycles, and trucks that roar by and startle me, and sometimes there are dogs that roam the streets and bark at me. I never did like other dogs unless I know they want to play. I guess I'm just a country dog at heart!

And WOW! Bracha says tomorrow we are going to the beach! Hooray! And not only that. She also said that Petel is going to come and visit me and we can show her all the places where we hike and run. Wow! My own house guest! I promise to share my pool, my toys, and my treats and to be a good hostess.

10,000 marchers and one guide dog

2010-06-27T22:01:00.005+03:00

Bracha here...Gilad Shalit's parents were joined by 10,000 marchers and one large white dog today on the first day of their 12-day march from Mitzpeh Hilla to Jerusalem. Suki joined me as we walked from Ben Ami to Nahariya and then on to the southern entrance to town where a rally was held in a local mall. I never go anywhere without Suki, and thought that since I wanted to join the walk than naturally Suki must come with me. I took her portable water bowl, put on her shoes, and we started out.

I think Suki did very well. The most difficult thing for her was not the distance and the hot weather, as we walk at least that far quite often and she often runs hard in the fields for far more than an hour. What was difficult is that there were hundreds of people, many shouting loudly, blowing trumpets and horns, and making a lot of noise. And Suki's instincts and training were put to the test when for the first time ever we walked down the center of the highway, which had been cordoned off by police, and did not walk on the sidewalk as she had been taught. All of Suki's mind must have been hollering, "YOU IDIOT! GET BACK ON THE SIDEWALK where we BELONG!" At one point I really thought she had had enough, and she lay down under the pedestrian bridge about a quarter hour before the end of the walk. But some water, a short rest, and some treats got her going again, and we made it all the way. Suki slept through most of the noisy rally, but I could hardly blame her. Suki's shoes now show the first signs of wear, but thanks to her shoes her paws held up fine on the hot asphalt and sidewalks and her shoes attracted a lot of attention. . She came through with flying colors. But she's far too tired to write tonight.

Suki here. I'm glad Bracha wrote for me last night because frankly I was so tired I couldn't even sit up. After I ate my dinner I just lay down in my favorite spot by the front door and went to sleep. I know that Bracha did everything she could to make sure that I would not get overheated, thirsty, or that my paws would not get burned on the hot pavement. But I've just never seen so many people in my life! Bracha says it was good that there were so many people marching to bring Gilad Shalit home, but it was not easy for me to walk among everyone. People kept shouting about my shoes. What's so special? They were all wearing shoes. Why shouldn't I? And those trumpets they kept blowing and car horns honking and kids shouting ...it was all a bit confusing. And I could not understand why everyone was walking in the road. People are supposed to walk on the sidewalk. So after about 45 minutes of this I had really had enough, and I lay down on the ground under the bridge where it was shady and windy and just wanted to go to sleep. Bracha let me rest a bit and then I figured, what the heck, we need to show our support all the way, so I got up (with a little encouragement) and finished the march. It was nice to lie on the floor in the cool mall and go to sleep. So I'm very proud that I was allowed to march too, and to show my support. I would not have wanted to be left at home. But then, I never want to be left at home...

Being a Regular Dog Again

2010-06-26T15:27:00.001+03:00

As you all know, there are two sides to a guide dog: The working guide dog in harness, and the "regular dog" that comes out when the harness comes off. The first is our job. The second is for letting off steam, and just having fun and relaxing and being a dog.
All week I had to be a guide dog. I had to ride busses and trains, enter coffee houses and elevators, and lie quietly while people attended to important things. I didn't get a free run for several days, and I spent a lot of time just sleeping. Not my usual life style at all.
So when Bracha set off from home down the road in the other direction yesterday, I knew that things were going to start looking up. Pretty soon we made the right turn and when we reached the place where we cut into the orchards and start the overland route, I turned hopefully and sure enough, Bracha told me to cross the road and go in. And then she stooped down and told me to stay, took off my harness, changed my collar to my black webbed one, and said, "Chofshi!" (Free!) And off I went. I couldn't stop running. And soon enough I found the first place to get nice and muddy. It seemed that Bracha didn't even care. If I wanted to goof off and be a regular dog, than I deserved it. And soon we got to the stream and in I went. There's not too much water at this time of year, but it's the stream just the same and it's still fun. And that wasn't all! On the way back I found a nice big leak in the irrigation pipes in the orchard, and in I went. By the time we got home I was half a white dog and half a black one, and was thoroughly contented. So Bracha got out the shampoo, the scrub brush, and the little pool, and I got scrubbed down, hosed off, and then rinsed off in the pool. And if that wasn't all I got a bowl of water with an ice cube in it and a new peanut butter Kong, too! Not that I don't think I deserve these things. But it is nice that Bracha takes my needs into consideration. I guess she appreciates me.

Strange Surroundings

2010-06-25T15:01:00.001+03:00

Bracha's mother (Savta Miriam to me) is now recuperating from a broken femur in the hospital in Tel Aviv, and we spent a lot of time traveling and visiting this week. I've gotten a lot of practice riding those crowded little rooms with sliding silver doors that go up and down and whose doors seem to begin to close too quickly just as we are walking through, and Bracha stands in the entrance and makes sure that I am safely inside and sitting down facing the doors. I think Bracha is a little scared of riding in these things with me, but we've gotten better at it. There was one of those rooms at Beit Oved, and I remember Ami telling Bracha how to get me safely in and out of them so that we would not get caught in the doors! There are lots and lots of them but they are all the same. I memorized, the way from the taxi stand through the building, out the other end, and into the next doorway and on to the little rows of silver doors that open up and the way to Savta's bed, so that we get there quickly every time. I know that Bracha was very proud of me for doing this!

I soon became a model dog – curling up quietly under Savta's hospital bed and coming up to her occasionally to offer a cold nose or gingerly raise a paw to the edge of the bed in encouragement. I was soon greeted by the entire ward staff and all of them came to recognize me from one visit to the next. One nurse started with that "Hey…" that usually is followed by some effort to get me out, but Bracha spoke to her quietly and politely and she said that Savta could come and stay there until she got better and that I would be welcome. I know that Bracha would never allow Savta to be in a place where I cannot come visit. I consider myself an integral part of anything that goes on, since I have to be there. Now Savta is being moved to a place called Ree hab, and now I'll have to memorize a completely new route. Child's play.

So here's what we need when we travel: Bracha has a special knapsack and we never go out without it:

Water – it's hot outside and Bracha and I need to drink.
My shoes (in case the pavement gets really hot)
My collapsible water bowl (always impresses people on trains and station platforms)
Several "Saki Kaki" bags in case I, well you know…er…
A portion of my food in case we won't be getting home in time
A bag of treats – easier to get me up from sleeping on the floor of the bus than dragging me by my collar. I've gotten Bracha pretty well – conditioned into giving me one, and then I get up in a jiffy! And frankly, I think I deserve them.
A florescent green floor rag that can be spread on the floor of taxis where I sit. This way drivers can't complain about my fur shedding.
The rest of the bag is filled with things for Bracha. But that's not as important as my stuff…After all, Bracha can't go anywhere without me!

My Private Pool

2010-06-22T21:19:00.006+03:00

With temperatures soaring above 30 degrees Centigrade and the pavements so hot a dog has to dance from one foot to another at street corners, it's up to owners to find some type of relief for hot dogs.... So here is my latest when we can't get to the beach or the river! Bracha set up my little pool outside. I just can't figure out how to get under water and start swimming. Either the pool is too small, or I'm too big...but it's sure good for cooling off!