Monday, April 29, 2013
First dog was barking and lunging at the leash. Tulia glanced at it but kept going. The man was trying to get the dog moving but having little success.
Tulia found our crossing poles and a garbage can and a door and the coffee shop and mailbox.
Then, on the way home, another yapper coming right at us, barking and jumping. The woman said, "I have a dog here." I smiled and didn't say what I was thinking which was, "Yes I know you do." She said, "It is just a little dog." As it jumped and barked. I said, "Would you mind getting it under control please." "I have trouble doing that," she said. This whole time, Tulia is seated calmly beside me. She says, "YOur dog is better behaved than mine." Jump jump bark bark. "Perhaps," I said, "YOu could pick it up and carry it away." "Good idea." Like she had never thought of it. She did that. Away they went, barking and bouncing. Once they were gone, Tulia banged my leg with her head. Yes, I know, you are so civilized and good Tulia.
Home we went without further mishap.
Thursday, April 25, 2013
Monday, April 22, 2013
Friday, April 19, 2013
Wednesday, April 10, 2013
Tuesday, April 9, 2013
Saturday, April 6, 2013
I had a meeting with two other blind women in a coffee shop yesterday. Each of us has a guide dog. Two black labs and one yellow lab. We were looking at various braille displays and helping each other with technology. I first want to publicly thank the coffee shop staff who carried hot beverages, moved one chair so there was more room for dogs, put two tables together for us, and generally were great and respectful. Then, there were the dogs. They all wagged a little at sight of each other. But, then they all lay down and relaxed and caused no disturbances. When we left the shop, they all guided to the door and when we all set off after, they worked like pros.
Wednesday, April 3, 2013
There is a wonderful painter who lives in my city.
She has painted some famous people including one of our previous governor generals, medical staff helping civilians during the war in Afghanistan, and much more.
Find out about her at her web site at
It was fascinating sitting for her as she tried to describe all of the visual aspects of painting in terms that I would understand. It was so great.
she is going to do another painting of me too I think.
In the fall for Ottawa's Nuit Blanche the storytellers she is painting are going to stand in front of our pictures and tell stories.
Here is a photo of the painting she did of us.
Find out more at
Met a very odd person today. She said my dog was cute and asked if she could pat her. I said no as she was working and when her harness was on she was working. I thought that was clear but she started making those cutesy cutesy sounds and calling Tulia. Tulia wagged but when I told her to stay, she did. Then the woman kept asking when she could pat the dog and why she could not pat the dog. I explained several times. Then she asked where the dog lived? To me an odd question. Where would she think the dog might live? In a kennel where I went and got her for work every day and left her at night? With someone else because a blind person could not possibly take care of a dog? Or some other explanation? Like to give the benefit of the doubt but…. Very odd. Tulia was a good and dignified girl through the whole thing.