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Turns out, the girl’s a Steelers fan

Inga says “Go Steelers!”

Who knew? But here she is, the lovely Inga, showing her support for her team this weekend. Her family shared this shot with me this morning and I’m so glad they did.

It’s pathetic, but true, that I’m not a big football fan. Nothing against the game, of course. I listen to the football chatter about the office and it seems to me that there’s as much drama in this game as a good soap opera.

I recall being stuck at an office dinner with some new hires on my team. By new hires, I mean people much younger than me. The topic went to fantasy football teams. And then the topic pulled up a chair and stayed there and ordered drinks. They finally exhausted their excitable chatter and paused to look at me like they forgot I was there; polite looks on their faces inviting me to join in. 

So, I say, anyone scrapbook?

I’ve since decided it’s not helpful to my career to hang with the new hires.

But hey, I’m paying attention to keep in touch. For example, this morning listening to NPR (not an old people station, so you can stop thinking that), it was mentioned that both the Steelers and the Packers are named after the trades in their respective cities. Ironically, trades that no longer exist in those areas.  So what if we updated some of the football teams to names like the Seattle Baristas or the New York Hedge Fund Managers.  Yeah, it’s NPR humor, but I laughed.

And just because I’m clueless about football, doesn’t mean everyone else in the house is. The kid is all over it. Pretty big fan, it seems.

So Inga’s a Steelers fan, huh?  Well, she certainly wasn’t raised that way.


Micron & Jager say “Go Pats”



Inga on the job: an update

Kiss the sky

As volunteer puppy raisers for Canine Companions for Independence, we are well aware of the high standards the organization has for the dogs they place. For many of us, it’s the very reason we choose CCI over other service dog organization. And while we do everything we can to ensure these fuzzies know all their basic commands and are solid in public, we know there is a chance that the dog may be released from the program.

And it may be that the dog has exhibited the most minor of behaviors, such as a hesitation around unfamiliar objects. Something we would tend to overlook in a pet, but is not acceptable for a service dog. A sobering fact is that less than 50% of the pups in training will graduate the program.

The rest?  Well, they may find another career, such as search and rescue, or change someone’s life as a loving family pet. A highly-trained, intelligent, healthy pet that is.

We hear, So that pup you’re raising, do you think he/she will make it? That’s a hard one. My answer?  I sure hope so.

When Inga, our first CCI pup, graduated as a skilled companion dog, we were jazzed beyond description. That she was placed with a young boy, her favorite kind of person, was perfect. Divine, in the purest sense of the word.

Also, as puppy raisers, we understand when it’s time to say good-bye. When we hand the leash over at graduation, our journey with this dog is done. Our dog, who is not our dog, has moved on to where they belong.

Working girl

On a very personal note, we are especially blessed that Inga’s family keeps us updated on their new life with her. We hear magic words like, she brings so much joy to our family.  It’s been a few months now that Joseph and Inga have been a team and they’re now hitting some milestones with her; birthday celebrations, family vacations and such.

Inga went on her first airplane ride, rode in taxis and stayed in hotels. Each experience was new to her as we didn’t expose her to these as her puppy raisers. But this dog is a professional now and she handled everything as a skilled companion dog should. A nod to her solid nature and the stellar training she received at CCI, as well as credit to her young handler, Joseph. He knows the dos and don’ts of traveling with his companion – how to work as a team.

Time for some R and R

Not a first for Inga, though, was a trip to the beach. We had traveled by RV to Myrtle Beach for her first experience snorting sand when she was a pup. We hear she is still true to her water dog nature. Inga enjoyed the seashore and ocean vacation time with her family.
For a fuzzy memory, here’s a couple of puppy photos from our beach trip during the summer of ’09. 
Thanks to Inga’s handler, Joseph, and his family for permitting me to share this update on her working life.



Dog hair in the scotch tape

“Who’s this gift from?” asks a voice of innocence. “Oh, that’s from Aunt Donna. See, there’s dog hair stuck in the scotch tape.”

It’s true. I was pulling dog hair off the gifts as I was wrapping them this past Christmas season. For the first few, anyway. Then I kinda gave up. Oh heck, there was probably dog hair in the spinach dip I brought, too. But don’t tell anyone that one. We breathe, eat and sleep canine fur around here. I suppose we’re used so used to it that we forget not everyone is a dog owner. 

What a nice shot of the kids. Wish the dog was conscious.

Micron was able to join in the holiday festivities at my mom’s place again this year. He tried to get her two older dogs involved in some puppy playtime, but that didn’t work out for him.  These gals are so over the puppy phase, they were happier just pretending he didn’t exist within their plane of existence.  They would turn away their mature snouts to say, “No, go away, you bothersome thing. We don’t want to play with you now.” 

His response reminded of Donkey in the Shrek movies.  “OK,” he says, with his tongue lolling out the side, “how about now?  No?  OK, now?  No?  Um, OK.  How about now?”  Poor guy.

Otherwise, the dogs came out pretty good with their holiday gifts. Once again, Jager asked for the same thing as he did last year – his own water bowl. Instead, he got a harness that fits his middle-aged figure. I’m trying, I am, to cut his calories back.  But he still looks like a snausage on four toothpicks. His old harness was giving him a serious armpit wedgie, so time for a new one.  We need a harness for this dog, as his head is actually smaller than his neck; he slips right out of his collar.  Reminds me of a mouse, in a way.



Hope you got more eggnog for Santa Mouse.



Micron opened up some new chew toys. New stuff for home and a couple to take into the office. He had kids to hang with and got to lick a little baby (that darn tongue!).  He was a happy boy all around. 



And where is your Santa hat?



Well, mostly. He had a little trouble with the hat.
 

Rambam’s Ladder

Not long ago, a co-worker asked me “If you were in a crowded room and someone yelled GEEK!, would you turn around?”  Oh, ha ha, Funny Guy. Well yeah, maybe. But only because I totally own it.
There’s nothing wrong with having geek tendencies, you know. Ok, I will admit there may be a couple of drawbacks. My dog handling abilities somewhat overshadow my people skills, ’tis true. And I’ve never been a slave to fashion. That’s sadly obvious to the general public as well. But I can do amazing things with Photoshop and that’s a skill that that I wouldn’t trade for any amount of cute shoes. And that fancy computer you’re using to read this?  I could take the thing down to individual parts and put it back together again, I could.
And all you Gen Xers lamenting that your mom is on Facebook? Well kids, it was my generation that created the technology so you didn’t have to tape your facebook pages to your school lockers. That’s right, I’m that old. An aging geek, yikes.
Why confess to all this? I don’t really know, other than to mention a kick-ass presentation I created on PowerPoint for those times when I get out of the house for the occasional CCI talk. The husband, CCI pup and I were presenting to a Civitan group and I come to the slide with the statistics:
Then it hits me — 1,082 puppy raisers volunteering for CCI. That’s a lot of puppy raisers, now. And then I think, but how many people are there in the U.S.? A billion and two? No, that can’t be right. Google tells me we’ve got us a population in the neighborhood of 310 million.  I’m thinking we should be able to squeeze a few more puppy raisers out of that number.

I know there’s a lot of dog lovers out there. Micron and I meet you all the time during our outings. We hear your stories of the funny dogs you have, the beloved dogs you’ve lost. So, what are y’all doing for the next year and a half?  Don’t let anything I say bluff you; I’m only good with dogs because I love being around them. I’m certainly no expert in the ways of dog behavior, in spite of my inability to successfully interact with people.

Let me brief you on the skills you need to be a volunteer puppy raiser. Do you love people and dogs? Wanna do something fun that will help bring someone independence? Well, there’s a good start. CCI isn’t looking for professional dog handlers to raise these dogs. Instead if you can offer a safe, consistent environment for these fuzzies and are willing to learn some basic training skills . . . and you have a big heart, that’ll about do it.

Oh, and that part about “giving them up?”  No messing around with that.  It is a hard thing to do. But you know what? It can be done. There’s 1,082 of us doing it all the time. Some of us turn to a box of tissues and good friends at turn-in time. Others take that box of tissues and set them right next to our Margarita. I’ll leave you to wonder which I am.
Another confession for you. I’m living a blessed life and want to give back in some way. I may be about the age of fellow geekster, Bill Gates, but nowhere near his net worth. Philanthropy is not going to be my thing. Puppy raising for CCI is fun and exciting and best of all, something I can do. In my own small way, I can actually be part of something that will change someones life. How cool is that? Pretty darn cool, I say.
In a prior life as a catechist, I taught a faith formation class for seventh grade kids. One of my favorite lesson plans for the Christmas season involved Julie Salamon’s book Rambam’s Ladder, a Meditation on Generosity and Why it is Necessary to Give. Ms. Salamon tells us about Rabbi Moses ben Maimon, a twelfth century physician, philosopher and scholar. Also known by his Greek name, Maimonides, or by an acronym of his full name, Rambam.  I’ll be referring to him here as Rambam as that’s the title of the book and because it’s fun to say out loud.
Being knee-deep in the knowledge that seventh grade catechism students are newly self-aware and just realizing there’s a whole world in which to get into trouble, I appreciated any opportunity to discuss ways they could make the world a better place.  My weapon of choice was Rambam’s Ladder of Charity. Now, I won’t hold you for an hour in a classroom while you sit on a cold, hard plastic chair and be told repeatedly to keep your hands to yourself. We’re all grown-ups here, so let’s just hit the highlights.
Rambam describes eight steps on the ladder, the bottom rung being “Reluctance: to give begrudgingly.” That’s when you give only because you feel you have to. It’s a good thing, to be sure. But you can do better, he says.
You can give cheerfully, but less than is proper. Or donate only after being asked. Next up is giving before being asked, but risk make the recipient feel shame. Moving higher is to give to someone you don’t know, yet ensuring that your name is known as the donor. Even better though, says Rambam, is to give to someone you know, but you remain anonymous.
Just a couple more; we’ve made it almost to the top.  Next step up is to give to someone you don’t know and to do so anonymously.
So what’s the top rung? What’s the best we can do on this Ladder of Charity? That would be the Gift of Self-reliance.  Julie Salamon describes this as a gift or a loan, or to find work for the recipient, so that they never have to ask for help again. She gives examples of helping someone find gainful employment or starting a business, as well as helping someone through an addiction. This is pretty powerful stuff and just a bit challenging to cram into a 12 year old’s brain. But right or wrong, stuff it in there I did.
So anyone seeing the connection to the work of Canine Companions for Independence?  I do. I’m seeing a non-profit organization that enhances the lives of people with disabilities by providing highly trained assistance dogs and ongoing support to ensure quality partnerships. An organization that provides a new level of independence free of charge.
This twelfth century scholar certainly wasn’t thinking about assistance dogs, of course. But I’m feeling the spirit of his intention is covered here. Hey, I’m no saint; just ask my mom. Just kidding, don’t ask my mom, please. (Hi Mom, I love you!).  But I’m feeling good about what I’m trying to do with this puppy raising business. As all CCI puppy raisers should. 

You know, you could feel good about this too. Think about it. Pray on it. Then call CCI and ask some questions on what it takes to be a puppy raiser. You’ll love it, I promise you.

Get started at their website: CCI Puppy Raising Program

Yeah, I bet you’re Morning Person, too

”So,” begins the rather benign comment from a close friend. “You got your Christmas shopping done yet?”

My mind fills with turmoil not unlike a class 4 hurricane. Holy cow, is it that time of year again? Yeah sure, I know. It’s now post-Thanksgiving, so I should probably consider giving things a kick start. But the crowds, the mall, the challenge of finding the perfect gift for those I love. I’m just not feeling it yet.


I eye early shoppers with the same wariness that I give morning people (where do they come from?).  I know y’all are out there rarin’ to go and all, but please . . . just give me a minute.  I’ll catch up with you in just a bit and then we can all share in the glory of the day. In the meantime, however, I’m at peace in my little world of denial. It’s a happy place we call Donna Land. Everybody knows me there and they’re all really nice. The dark roast coffee’s always freshly brewed there. And Krispy Kreme’s are only one weight watcher point value . .  sigh.
Right, on to thinking about holiday shopping. I had an opportunity to get started on this during a recent CCI event at Barnes & Noble.  Fellow puppy raisers Esther and Bud organize a free gift wrapping service at B&N every Christmas season.  We were there this past Saturday, just after Thanksgiving. Micron and I took an early afternoon shift to help raise awareness of Canine Companions for Independence.
  

Let’s do this thing!

Micron just loves the kids. Little boys smell like french fries and the girls like cotton candy. He’s a friendly, calm dog that children find very approachable. If only I could just encourage him to keep his tongue to himself. More than one hapless tyke has received a wet willy from this dog. Remember the Wizard of Oz and the cowardly lion’s tail?  How it was always moving around like it had a mind of its own?  Well, that’s Micron’s tongue.

Me: “Micron, don’t lick.” 
Random mother: “Oh, it’s ok if he licks my kid.” 
Me: (inside thoughts: NO IT’S NOT!) “We really don’t want the pups to lick people. It’s not becoming of a service dog. Part of his training and all, you know.” 
Random mother: (inside thoughts: WHAT A MEANIE!) “Oh. Ok.”



I smell cotton candy.

All you moms out there . . . I wish I could let this dog lick all the ketchup off your adorable kid’s faces. I really do. But, this isn’t a pet dog. We’re working hard towards a goal. This big, yellow guy is going to grow into something wonderful. Somehow and in some way, this dog will change someone’s life. And we’re going to get there darn it, even if I have to rubberband this furball’s wild tongue to his jaw.

Ugh, just kidding of course. About the rubberband thing. Not the goal. We’ll reach our goal, we will. 

Just watch us.

Julie waiting to work her new fan base.
 
Julie and Micron taking a wee break.