Sometimes I wonder what dogs think about our hobbies and habits. Cheryl and I might be watching TV, and Coach will briefly look at the screen and then look at us with some real pity, wondering about our willingness to just sit and stare at the thing. Or maybe we will just sit and stare into a book for hours. This is just what people do, dogs learn. They sit and barely move.
|A picture of Coach on the top step.|
His feet are hanging over the edge.
And at first he wanted to help, like any 3-year-old child might want to do. Let me hold the tape. Let me lick it. Let me pull it off and run away. Etc. And then he discovered that this was just another human thing. He could watch, and I would praise him for being good, but honestly (he must be wondering) where is the fun in this?
|He is beginning to lose interest.|
In the end, he always forgives me. He forgives me for not doing more things that he enjoys. But it's a dog's life, and part of being a good guide dog is learning to be patient with human beings.
|A picture of Coach licking my bald head.|
Eventually we went for a walk.